Okay, here it is, and following that is a YouTube video to listen to, just so we don't forget.
That's how I am these days - so distract-able. Or it is "distractible?" Somehow I think it's the former. I realise that if I didn't go back and correct all my typing errors this would look more like this:
...somehow I htink it's the bormer. I realise that I didn't go balck and corrnt all my typing errors this would look more like thsi...
And I wasn't even the one on 2 am duty last night. Tonight's my night. Tomorrow is a busy day. I teach Pilates, take a SilverSneakers workshop, and then teach weightlifting. The DS has drums, DD and her friend go to church group, after which I need to sneak over to the theater and get a ticket for Rocky Horror for the friend. They're seeing it Friday night.
Brings back memories. I first saw TRHPS (The Rocky Horror Picture Show) when I was thirteen. The line wrapped around the block, and we finally got in sometime near midnight. We did this quite a few times, and each time it got harder and harder to hear the actual words. I bought a book, and the LP. One night a few guys all gathered around a VW bug and lifted it up, then set it back down in the street.
Later, on a trip to London, DA and I saw "Pirates of Penzance," and I met lead-pirate Tim Curry backstage, and got his autograph. I was eighteen, and my London experience was great. It was the height of the (post-)punk movement, and it was the year the Pink Floyd movie "The Wall" came out. We saw it in the Queen's Theatre, or something like that. Then we continued on to Scotland, whereupon I came down with tonsillitis. (I still loved it, though, and seven years later returned with DH on our honeymoon.)
Tim Curry as the Pirate King
So, I'm off to read some more about God and money... still trying wrap my head around that one.