Finally... an ass-kicking night.

My ass, as usual, getting kicked. Several kicks in the knee, too, from the way it feels...

But I feel pretty good about it. Maybe I've felt a little guilty about not being too busy for the last week... nah. I feel good about it because I had some challenges and I met them. Sometimes I forget how good I am at what I do...

I'm also feeling good about not smoking. There's a little guy in my ear whispering, "(©1998 by RJR Reynolds) Hey, you can have one cigarette! No problem-o... you're strong! You can do it! That's just a myth promoted by the anti-smoking lobby..."

I feel that I've hit a balance... nothing is important except for me with this issue. Neither side cares about me individually... and I don't care about them. I just care about me.

Another thing that I feel good about... I talked to the service station guy this morning, and he seems to be willing to be reasonable. We'll see what he comes up with. I kinda had to get in his face, which I really hate to do...

And again, I'm draggin my butt again this morning. Maybe it's the weather of something making me so damned tired...

And finally... a picture. I've been getting so many requests for pictures... OK, so nobody has even noticed. Here's one for today anyway...

I'm feeling guilty about not keeping up with even my favorite journals anymore. I haven't read anyone for more than two weeks... not because I'm not interested, but when I have the time I would just rather spend it sleeping...

Like right now...