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I watched a lot of television yesterday.
A. Lot.

I don't do that very often, but I'm a little distraught about something and it's a good way for me to be able to think and do nothing all at the same time.

Housework is another way to think, but the "do nothing" part was of utmost importance.
Although I did get the laundry done.
Reading is not a good way to think, but it is my favorite way to do nothing.

I watched the second half of season two of Eastbound and Down.  One of my favorites.  EVERYTHING in that show is funny.  Every line, every plot, every thing.  My problem with it is now that I know Will Ferrell has a heavy hand in it, all I can see is The Guy Who Plays Kenny Powers as Playing Will Ferrell Playing Kenny Powers.  I like Will Ferrell.  I think he is talented.  Have you ever seen his SNL audition tape? Gold. So is Phil  Hartman's, btw.  But I've had more than enough Will Ferrell in my life for at least the next 50 years.  I can't stand Old School, that's where he lost me. I hate that I feel like Kenny Powers is just another Frank the Tank.  I wish I never let the DVD player run through the credits during the first episode of season two.  I usually fast forward.
I had a track coach in high school who looked just like (and acted quite like) Kenny Powers. An internet stalk search shows that he works at a Buick dealer in my hometown.  Gross.
I have a friend who's family sounds like they are saying "Buick" when they puke.  My track coach in high school really makes me want to Buick every time I think of him.

Anyway.

The same thing happened with Curb Your Enthusiasm.  I hear it's a great show, but I can't get through a single episode due to having watched Jerry Seinfeld play Larry David for ten years.  Now when I watch Larry David, all I can see is Larry David playing Jerry Seinfeld playing Larry David.  Larry David is his own Poor Man's Larry David. It's his own fault, really.
Plus that Cheryl Hines really grosses me out and I can't stand to look at her.  When you Google Cheryl Hines, you get a lot of information about her feet, which are apparently the focus of a large number of fetishists.  Who knew?

Feet fetishes are weird to me.  I have an anti-foot fetish.  The less I see of feet, the more turned on I am.  It conflicts strongly with my anti-shoe and anti-sock fetish.  If I see your socks I want to throw up.  Especially if you are wearing shorts or your pant hems are too short and it goes shoe-sock-flesh-pant. OMGross.  If your shoes look too tight or too loose or too anything other than perfect, I want to cry.  I don't like to wear socks and shoes because I feel like I'm going to choke.  I do like just socks, provided they have no seams and are either not textured at all or there is a perfect nubby-rubby texture, like cable knit or marled.  Oh, marled.  I think you are the focus of my fetish.  I want the world to be marled.

I thought my universal remote wasn't compatible with my DVD player for about six months because I didn't understand why the buttons didn't work when I hit VCR then ff/rewind/play/pause/etc.  I can't get used to the term DVD.  It sounds like something contagious.

Did you hear about Sally?
No, what?
She has DVD
DVD!?!?  OMG! What a slut!

Anything that includes the initials "VD" sounds scabby and itchy.

I also watched Rocky Horror in its entirety last night.  If you've never seen it, please see it sometime between now and the end of the month.  It is my favorite movie of all time, partly because of the acting (everyone is so committed and so on-point) but mostly because I'm a sucker for half-dressed transvestites. And Tim Curry.

I could go for some really good Thai porn food. There is this vegetable red curry at The Reading Terminal that is my most favorite food ever.  It's all coconut milky and spicy and filling and has 8 or 9 different vegetables in it. And it's like five bucks.

Comfort food is good.
All of my present-day comfort food is food I never ate as a child.
Take from that what you will.

I'm a little upset about something.
A lot upset, really.
The community center where Jake attended pre-school and a summer program and now afterschool care and where I planned to send him this summer is closing.  I have no idea what I'm going to do.  The center is open from 7am until 6pm, which is perfect for people who work full-time.  Everything else of value in South Philadelphia and downtown is only open from 9-3, with the exception of somewhere that is open 9-5.  I work from 8.30-5.  I'm going to try to pull some strings with people at my job who have jobs dealing with funding for programs providing child care when school isn't in session, but it looks bleak.  Especially for summer.  Afterschool I will deal with.  I won't love it, but I'll deal with it.  The place he is at now has all sorts of accreditations and a gym and a weight room and a pool and a computer lab and is attached to the public library and they have an outdoor space.  It's perfect.
And $65 a week.
They are open when schools are closed.  Most places aren't.

I know things will work out.
I also know that the only bid on the center is by Jake's school. 
I'm going to write to the principal and ask her to consider running an afterschool and summer camp there.  It would be great money for the school, provided she can get all the insurances and stuff together in time.  It would provide extra income for the teachers during the summer.  Or maybe she could keep some of the existing staff.

The Community Center is also a senior center.  A place where they can exercise and socialize and eat.  A place they can go to get out of the house.  That's important when you're old.  You need to exercise and socialize and eat and get out of the house.  If not, you die.

I know the woman who runs the agency who runs the center and she is a terrible person.  She's made a lot of really bad social work and public health decisions in the past.  Some that I was directly involved with, some that I just heard through intra-office and inter-office chatter.  But the center itself is great.  Was great.  Will hopefully continue to be great.

I love how I don't have to worry about good schools here in the big city, but I am sick over what will happen to my child when he isn't there.  Being a working mom is hard for a lot of different reasons.  This is one of them.

But, I have a great weekend planned out.  Tonight I clean the house.  Tomorrow day I have a class that I've been looking forward to for years, tomorrow night I have a show- we are doing an improvised B-movie, which is our favorite thing to do, and Sunday a good friend is coming up from Baltimore and we are hanging out late night since there is no work on Monday. 
And Monday? I rest.

I can't wait.