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Planning... planning...
Jan. 7th, 2007 11:05 pmBette is chewing on the end of a pen, looking at a year long calendar.
In one color of highlighter, she has marked out her volunteer shifts at the hospital as far out as she knows them - all of these are marked so they look all candy cane striped. In another, she has marked out her tennis tournaments (if she's in playing shape) and her charity tennis events - these are marked in a nice light blue, a little darker than sky blue. Marked out in yet another color (a nice canary yellow) she has put a box around the days that she knows, from her agent, she has commitments for. There are very few of those, to her regret but there is one appearance on some gameshow or another sometime in March.
Chewing on the end of the pen (a very nice shade of flame orange) she contemplates the days that don't have any colors at all yet. There is something she's missing. She knows there is something she has to be missing on this. Should she put in birthdays? The computer here has to have everyone's birthdays, right? In a tangential way, that makes her think of Vic. She needs to talk to him again about a few more things. There is always something, isn't there?
She has to stop putting things off. That's why she's getting organized. She'd like to get out a metallic pen and mark days off for Vic but it doesn't work like that just yet. There is another day or two she'd like to mark off but she doesn't know if they're going to happen at all.
Bette shakes her head. She has no idea why she makes one of these every year. It isn't like it ever really helps her be more organized. It just helps her feel like, maybe, she might be more organized than she really ever is or might ever be. It doesn't help her planning that she keeps getting distracted into daydreaming - little snippets of that dream she had the other night grabbing her attention.
In one color of highlighter, she has marked out her volunteer shifts at the hospital as far out as she knows them - all of these are marked so they look all candy cane striped. In another, she has marked out her tennis tournaments (if she's in playing shape) and her charity tennis events - these are marked in a nice light blue, a little darker than sky blue. Marked out in yet another color (a nice canary yellow) she has put a box around the days that she knows, from her agent, she has commitments for. There are very few of those, to her regret but there is one appearance on some gameshow or another sometime in March.
Chewing on the end of the pen (a very nice shade of flame orange) she contemplates the days that don't have any colors at all yet. There is something she's missing. She knows there is something she has to be missing on this. Should she put in birthdays? The computer here has to have everyone's birthdays, right? In a tangential way, that makes her think of Vic. She needs to talk to him again about a few more things. There is always something, isn't there?
She has to stop putting things off. That's why she's getting organized. She'd like to get out a metallic pen and mark days off for Vic but it doesn't work like that just yet. There is another day or two she'd like to mark off but she doesn't know if they're going to happen at all.
Bette shakes her head. She has no idea why she makes one of these every year. It isn't like it ever really helps her be more organized. It just helps her feel like, maybe, she might be more organized than she really ever is or might ever be. It doesn't help her planning that she keeps getting distracted into daydreaming - little snippets of that dream she had the other night grabbing her attention.
