I decided to write kinda early today... putting off doing the income taxes, heh. Actually, I had in the back of my head that I really need to clean up the computer room in general before I do the taxes. By "cleaning" I'm talking about shuffling through the piles of paper that are on every half-way level surface. Again, another definition: by "shuffling through" I mean looking at each individual piece of paper, deciding what to do with it, and then putting it in another pile on another level surface. Actually, that's how I got all of these friggin' piles of paper all over the place in the *first* place. What I need to do, and it's a hard thing, is either throw them away or do what needs to be done with them, filing or whatever. But, y'know, that just seems like too much work. And it's Saturday, dammit. I got up this morning at 08:00, kinda like I wanted to, only it was gonna be about 07:00, but what the hell, that's close enough for me. Karen was gonna go to Lawrence again and watch Brian play basketball, but his team wasn't playing this morning. Eventually, she decided to Well, OK, it's confession time: I have type II diabetes. I have really been fighting acknowledging this, I'm a stubborn SOB, y'know. And it will help me do things that I have known that I have to do for the last coupla years... eat more wisely and exercise. I'm trying to put a positive spin on this, 'cause... well, if I don't, it will be a negative thing in my life, and I really won't allow that. I need to make an appointment with the doc, and see if he wants to put me on meds, or if he is going to trust me to do what I say that I am gonna do... or maybe that's the wrong attitude, maybe what I need to do is take the meds *and* do what I hafta do? Well, yeah, that sounds like more of a plan, according to brother Dan. I'm just afraid that with the meds I won't do what needs to be done re:diet and exercise, especially the exercise part. Yeah, I know how I think, sometimes. Other times I baffle myself, just like everyone else. Everyone else *does* baffle themselves occasionally, right? Right? I can't HEEEEEEAR you! Yeah, it's lonely at the top, heh. 17:41 Yeah, I decided that I'd better not wait to do the taxes until I got the room all cleaned up.... 20:08... I'm gonna go to bed at a reasonable time tonight and get up early again in the AM, maybe reduce some more piles of paper in the computer room Excellent special effects, I pretty much liked the whole thing. Now I can order the sequel... In the Mail:
On the shelf:
go pick him up anyway, and take him over to Matt's. Lacee and Patrick stayed the night, and they were not behaving well this morning, and I am glad that they don't both stay overnight that very often.
Well, I just got done with the taxes, they came out all right. And I am going to use the refund to replace the *&#%$^ sewer line, so I won't ever, ever have to worry about it again. And a new bathtub, too, dammit. About 15 years ago, I took out the tile that was falling apart off of the walls around the tub and put up an ugly plastic thing, and I even messed up the silicone seams on that. I want to get a nice two-piece tub (no seams!) and some nice doors, I hate shower curtains.
Karen made a meatloaf for supper and it was really good, but I only ate one helping and I'm proud of myself. After supper, we watched Blade, see below.