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I have long subscribed to the theory that there are good and bad sides of my personality and that they constitute, at times, separate people. There is Good Dana, who does most of the teaching and writing and bill paying and grocery shopping and there is bad dana. bad dana wants nothing more than to drink budweiser in a can and play Grand Theft Auto late at night when she should be sleeping for class. bad dana orders pizza for dinner when she was supposed to cook. bad dana blows off deadlines and sometimes goes driving as far as she can in one direction, just to see what’s out there. Sometimes she teaches class and that’s when things get interesting, ’cause she tells it like it is. bad dana doesn’t want to have kids anytime soon and she thinks it’s funny when the dog figures out how to turn on the cold water tap and floods the bathroom. bad dana loves action movies and the simpsons and cold beer on a hot day. She’d much rather play in the wading pool with willa dog than grade dozens of papers. She can cook anything, but she makes a hellacious mess doing it and then she doesn’t want to clean up. She leaves the clean laundry in the bin rather than hanging it up — bad dana hates hanging up clothes, dusting, and washing toilets and showers. bad dana reads when she is supposed to be working, and watches every episode of Law and Order like three times, and goes to the bookstore when she is supposed to go to the dr for her allergy shot (bad dana hates shots and needles). bad dana loves bars and hates malls. bad dana is a helluva lot of fun, but a bad houseguest after a while when you need to go back to your regular life and get things done.

Sometimes in the summer, I spend all of my time battling bad dana — otherwise, I think I would get nothing done. At all. Really.

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