My mind is a tangle
Of thoughts that dangle
Each one pulls another
Unrelated
Scarlett is home, and has a sore throat and runny nose. So now I feel kinda crappy too. Despite carrot/apple/passion fruit juice. Hope the Vitamin C will kick in soon.
I'm exhausted. I need to do my exercises and go to bed. I keep procrastinating things on my to-do lists.
There's going to be a ren faire the first weekend in October, about an hour from here. I'm back into "I don't do things alone" mode. While I'd like to drag Holly and Patience with me, Holly and I were supposed to do something last night and she never got back with me. She's got a lot on her plate right now. So I dunno if I could get one or both of them to go.
Mmmmm. If I had that black leather corset, I could SO whip something up to wear. siiiiiiiiigh Oh well.
Elton John will be in concert with the Symphony on Friday. Tickets start at $15. Since I'm not going anywhere for my birthday weekend, perhaps I could wrangle my girlfriend Pavanne into attending. Eh. Both of us will be cash free I think. My pay was docked this last go round due to Workers Comp issues, and I won't get it back until mid-September.
Ok, now I KNOW I'm too tired to be up and on this damned beast. I just threw a virtual temper-tantrum at Ben when he suggested I delete these latest pics from my camera. There's no reason why this bastard can't work. I just can't bring myself to try and go through the troubleshooting again because I'm afraid. And now Scarlett's home and how am I going to find the time to work on it when its not late at night and I'm not exhausted and can form cohesive thoughts.
This post is starting to suck. Good night.