Since working in an office with designated work hours, my music pursuits have suffered. I have lost my horn practice routine and haven't been able to develop a new one yet. I spend my previously allotted practice time working, followed by driving to pick up Daughter #2 from school. Afterwards, I am so tired, as I believe fluorescent lights suck the life right out of me--as in Joe Versus the Volcano--here's the link to that great line.I am now wondering, if I were a conjoined twin, maybe my other half, who I would name Roberta, could work while I practiced. Maybe Roberta could contemplate dinner while I played scales and etudes. Maybe Roberta could do the things I would prefer were not a priority while I worked at being musical.
I am also wondering, if I were a conjoined twin, maybe Roberta could read out loud to me. She could wash, and I could dry. She could do the driving, and I could take a nap. The more I think about being a conjoined twin, about having a Roberta to do the things that are obligations while I take care of the rest, the more I think it might not be such a bad way to live.
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Ew!
MY body double would do all the cleaning, ironing, earning, shopping and bring me the fruits from the shops for me to wear. LOL well not quite that whip-cracking but it'd be good to grab all the time we can't access, yes.
Regularly jumping up and down, with optional screams of _______ (I prefer you fill in the blank!) would ameliorate the effects of the above.
The body double's a no-no for me. Mirrors are bad enough, but to have a walking, talking, vacumming reminder of how fat and ugly I look would definitely be a bad move.
Besides, I like housework.
No er sorry i meant MY body double, not yours who would of course be suave, entertaining and serving sushi.