I’m getting tired of seeing that little guy smash himself on the keyboard. Wish I knew how to make it stop after a couple of loops. I will circumvent the problem with a very long list in this post. 🙂

It’s very hot here today and I can’t think of anything I reallly want to do, except maybe get high and take a nap. That’s not overly productive.

Big Shitty list of things I could/should do:

*change goopy sheets
* dig through desk, find out what it’s made of
*take milkbottles back for deposit
*quit obsessing on moving the big incredibly heavy treadmill and having it fall on me and staying under it with my legs bent up at odd angles, until Bob gets home tonight, all the while repeating “Fear is the mind-killer. Pain is just a function of the nerves.”
* ream out SeaBass’s ears again
*do some weights
*check for more dead WEST NILE VIRUS birds. I guess that’s one way to get rid of the damnable scrub jays. We’ve had three so far. I thought they were dying from eating the Wally-Mart dog food that they so enjoy. County says West Nile and could we please try and get them a mostly live one.
*work on resume
*work on work stuff [only because I’m enjoying it at the moment]
*start packing/going through things for the move
*go grocery shopping and hit Longs, too. That parking lot is such a zoo. And so bloody hot.
*make ceviche for dinner
*empty the dishwasher
*think hard about martinis
*buy some cool martini glasses
*reprogram the master remote
*float the lily down the nile [not should, just could]

and on and on, ad infinitum.

There, the head banger should be below my line of vision now.