- Learn to drive. NO. Learn to park. I can drive. I can't park.
- Take myself off this coupon-e-mail-list thing that my name somehow got on: they send me daily coupons that are like, 62% off speed-dating! Half off modern children's art! Buy one mop, get another four mops free!
- Stop drinking so much steamed milk. The lactase in my stomach is being overwhelmed and I fear I'm becoming lactose intolerant. Is that possible? To develop lactose intolerance? That information is not centralized in the hippocampus, so it's a little beyond my field of expertise.
- Except apparently I should be a doctor. Maybe if that whole Broadway actress gig doesn't work out.
- And they develop a new type of doctoring that doesn't require much blood-seeing.
- Or develop a new type of Lyndsay that isn't so squeamish.
- Prance around house in grad dress (again.)
- Practice singing. I forget how again.
- Stop. Stop stop stop.
- Go!
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
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