I stayed up *way* too late last night, and I had to get up, quite reluctantly, *way* too early this morning. And right now I'm listening to Chopin and eating marshmallow... easter stuff. Like marshmallow peanuts, y;'know? Only pastel instead of orange. Anyway, I made it through the day... I was on the console today, not really where I want to be on a tired day, but better than being the runner.... And I'm off tomorrow! And Thursday... and Friday.... and Monday. Supposed to be off Tuesday, but I think that I won't take it off... save it for later. Brother Dan will be arriving on Thursday, in the afternoon... really looking forward to seeing him! I's been a coupla years, i think. And I'm stayin' up way too late tonight, too... I've just got so much stuff to look at, dammit. And I think that I was wrong about my legs, that was just a coupla days thing, they're better now, I think.... Well, hell, the problems is that when I think about my legs, they hurt... I didn't notice them when I wasn't thinking about them, that's a good sign, I hope. Only what made me think about them in the first place? Maybe 'cause... they hurt? Dammit, now I'll never know.
all part of the solution:
The problem is moot.
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