Today got a bad start again, only it got worse instead of better. Lousy sleep, hard to get up, got up 45 minutes late. Brushed teeth, showered, got to the dentist's office 15 minutes early, at 06:45. Sat in the truck and listened to NPR. The lights came on in the office and I went in and the receptionist looked at me like I was nuts. "Is it Wednesday? I thought it was only Tuesday?" she said. Well, yeah, I was a day early. Stooooopid! So I get to do it all over again tomorrow morning, for real this time. I did get to work early enough to sit down and eat breakfast, though. That was kinda nice. Another running day at work... we haven't had an ice cream afternoon for a long, long time. And I miss ice cream afternoons... well, it isn't really ice cream, but frozen yogurt. But I like mine with hot fudge and nuts, which drives the calory count way up there, of course. Just what I don't need. But we only get an ice cream afternoon if it isn't busy. So it doesn't happen often. So, as if things weren't bad enough already, I have to come home and pay bills. Man, I hate paying bills. Even on the computer, it pains me greatly. And we do have lots of stuff taken directly out of the bank, too, which lightens the load considerably... as long as I can keep the money in there. And therein lies the problem. A wise man once said, "Even when the price of living keeps going higher, people are still doing it!" Which reminds me of something wise that I said: "BabyBush's economic policy: Deja Moo... I've seen/heard this Bush Bullshit before..." Well, I guess that I really don't have to use quote marks when I'm quoting myself, heh. In fact, it's kinda silly to be quoting myself, isn't it? I mean, I could just write and that's the same thing as quoting myself 'cause it's me that's saying it. Writing it. Whatever. But seriously, folks, trickle-down is trickle-down, it didn't work in the 80's, it's not gonna work now neither. Well, it worked in that it made the rich richer and the poor poorer, which was exactly what the big boys had in mind. Not that Clinton really improved things much. But he was entertaining enough that it didn't really matter. Y'know, I *still* haven't really got a cold, but I *still* feel like I'm just on the edge. Teetering on the edge. Slightly runny nose, slight cough, draggy. Although it's really hard to tell if my dragginess is getting worse, draggy is draggy, without any degrees, unless you die. That's the epitome of dragginess, the ultimate in enertia, at least from the viewpoint of a living person. Which I happen to be right now, and I do wish the same for you, whomever you may be. Yeah, maybe life sucks, but death sucks more. I can say that with a great deal of assurance, because I'm highly trained in BS... I've been studying preachers all of my life. And I read a few pages of Norman Vincent Peale, too, a long, long time ago. Well, that last paragraph was a waste of good electrons, heh? I decided to not say anything about the sniper nor his latest victim.