…I know it’s a class at some of the nicer gyms, but it is also what my head is doing. You know when you have so much you want to do, but never enough time to do it? I thrive on having a packed plate. I work best under pressure.

Which is why even though I will bitch and moan that I have so much to do, I need to keep busy. When I sit around, I bite my nails, and if you haven’t seen my fingers lately, let’s just say it’s not a pretty sight.

So it’s best I keep busy.

Speaking of which, I am super-excited for Sunday. If you can make it to Washington D.C. I sincerely hope you do. It’s the March for Women’s Lives. I want this to be remembered like Woodstock was. Only this is more about women’s freedom than music; and we’re marching and drinking water not sitting down and getting stoned. What I’m trying to say is this is some very important shit y’all. (I had to use a curse word in a Texas twang sort of way, sorry it was an urge I got).

Speaking of urges, sometimes I get the urge to bite a friend or random stranger for no reason. If I’m at a party and we’re talking, I may ask if I can bite your arm. I’ve had all my shots within the last 30 years, so don’t be alarmed. And you can always say no, but I may get insulted.

Back to exciting things. I am working on my monologue for this Ladies First event. I know I mentioned it last time I wrote, but I’m really excited and nervous for it. It’s at PS 122, where artists like Karen Finley and Eric Bogosian perform!!!

And tonight I get to sell sex toys with incredible human beings. How lucky am I?!