Limitations physical And I did make it an early night last night, but once again I didn't get to sleep until about 03:00. Woke up at 09:00 though feeling well. Well, not really well enough to do any work or anything like that, y'know. Just well. I did spend a lot of time on music today, trying to nail down some lyrics, but I was trying too hard and wrote another whole damned song that also needs the lyrics nailed down. It's a damned endless project, it is. But fun. I really insist on my hobbies being fun or I don't do them. And cheap, too, and the same logic applies. Cheap and fun, that's me. Not necessarily in that order, of course. One week without whisky, no problem. Supposed to be two days without cigars, but y'know, I still had six cigars on Saturday morning. Smoked three yesterday and so far, two and a half today. In a few moments, I'm gonna sit out on the deck and smoke the last half of that last cigar. Beautiful evening, it really is. All of the storms happened well north of here, we had clouds yesterday and a bluebird sky today. Plus it's somewhat cooler this evening. ... OK. Last cigar smoked. Yeah, *this* time I really mean it, I do. Politics... I really wish that Kerry would make hay with BabyBushs' obvious shortcomings, but he seems to be waiting for... something? He won't actually be nominated until about a month after Bush is, but I don't really see why that should stop him. Maybe it's 'cause he doesn't really have a message? What a joke that would be on the long-suffering American people. Lacee and a friend are spending the night with us, I'm listening to little-girl chatter, her friend is braiding her hair and putting beads in it. I told her when she got done she could do mine.... ... Well, I got a little distracted there by SlashDot, reading about Fresnel lenses. I would have killed for one of those when I was a kid. And then Kim called, someone had finally called about the dog. It's name is Lucky Boy, and Lacee and her friend are pretending to be heartbroken. Me, I'm not, not at all. I'm glad that Lucky Boy will be re-united with his people, and not just because I don't want him around, either. He hasn't really paid much attention to me, but I called him "Lucky Boy" and he perked up his ears and wagged his tail. So, that's the end of that. I like happy endings, I do. Unfortunately, I forgot what else I was gonna say, and it's past my bedtime. I go in at 08:00 tomorrow and Tuesday, and 07:00 on the last three days.
and psychological exacerbate
our much too-short lives.