Transcripts of the voice-over.  (more coming soon)

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(I'm afraid to waste time. Afraid to leave my pen uncapped. I don't want it to dry out. But it didn't even come with a cap. It's not that kind of a pen. Maybe I need a new planner -- to organize my time. Mostly I just feel anxious. That I'll never do anything with my life. Never reach my potential. Meanwhile, everybody else seems to be reaching theirs. Look at them! I don't even have the nerve to wiggle. Where do you start? Where'd I get the idea that a haircut would make me feel more alive? It's an inside job. But how am I supposed to get in there? Better live to 150. No pesticides. What do we need -- oh no! And I promised to be on time. I'm gonna be late again!)

2.

(Hey I didn't realize I'd have to actually talk with the farmers. Not that good with the small talk. Course the farmers are mostly guys -- which makes it awkward. Feel like I'm walking around naked. I don't want to be rude... Could pretend I'm deaf -- or that I don't speak English. Where'd I ever get the idea that I'm actually Wonder Woman? Maybe if I just keep my eyes on the vegetables. Otherwise it's just...too intimate -- I'm completely threatened. Other women must feel it? So how are they so relaxed? They don't seem to be pretending... Her I thought getting married would protect me from all this. Wait. Am I CAUSING the problem? They're not looking especially at me -- but maybe I'm the only one looking at them! No. I don't buy that. That's like blaming a rape victim. Maybe I should start wearing black underwear. S'posed to protect those chakras. Can't stand to feel like a little deer alone in the forest. Oh no. That's it! Now I'm late.)

3

Will I ever stop trying to live on the edge?  I'm in a Grand Prix car race all day every day.  Right in my body.  The caffeine doesn't help matters.  (Think I'm addicted to the adrenaline rush--) Makes me feel important.  And I use the kids schedule to justify it.  The thing is, I'm rushing away from myself!

I am sorry.  But not sorry enough to change.    The thought of having to hold still, to wait.  I can't be alone with myself-- forget it! I'd rather live on the verge of a panic attack than stick one toe in the emptiness. 

I'm not even gonna think about scones -- or I'll never zip my jeans again.  Better stick to this frantic search for the perfect tomato.  Keeps me on the straight and narrow: anxious and TENSE.  The way I like it.

4

Yikes I've NEVER been this late to pick up the kids.  That principal could have police waiting to ambush me-- to haul me off in handcuffs.  

Well I'll just run like there's a pack of wolves behind me.  Maybe I can beat the clock.  Oh my gosh, is that Calka?  Haven't seen him since art school.  

He never did like me.  And he--  HATED my work.

He really does. He looks 10 years younger.

WHAT.  Oh.  You can say that cause you;re a real artist.

You tell the truth!  And because I'm a little housewife with a manicure--  I don't dare to look at my watch, but I can't just stand here.  If I were a real artist, PUNCH him in the face!

Is this proof that I AM a superficial person?  Why I never want to read books about the Holocaust?    

Are you KIDDING?  I'm a mother!  I live like an indentured servant.  

Right.  Germany.   Actually I may be spending the night in prison!   Meanwhile, the caffeine's wearing off.   And now I'm even later.  Noooo.   

5

Okay so I've never been this late to pick up the kids.  UNLESS...WAIT...The afterschool program... It starts today...I think I'm actually right on time.   (laugh) I really do live in my own parallel universe.  

Maybe I should lose this hat.  I'm cooking my brain.  Or am I dehydrated from the caffeine?

That's interesting.   When did I stop dressing like an artist?...   Was she wearing a SKIRT with those- - Whoa.  Better watch where I'm going.  I like strappy...  And  SHE'S very grounded.  Confident.  I'd love to have that confidence.     

Where is everybody?  It seems oddly quiet.  Oh no.  The afterschool program.  I bet it starts next week.  The door is LOCKED?  I 'm gonna give this principal a PIECE of my mind!  

AHHH!  Scary person!    I'm not saying one word.   

Okay.  I'm obviously in the wrong-- but she's acting like I'm an unfit mother!

Where does this woman get off!  I don't like her attitude.  

I'm sick of getting no respect.  --From ANYBODY.   So tired of playing dollhouse and--  and Ninja Turtles in the dollhouse.  I've HAD IT!!!   I can't breathe.  Just cause I don't have a big job!  Or any power AT ALL.    It's FU*%ed UP--  Motherhood, apparently, breaks down every last shred of ego.  Til you become a shell...filled with self-doubt... invisible!   WIth no way out.  Not even an emergency exit.

And what's a thousand times worse --  compared with most womens' situations--  mine probably looks downright rosy.