Alright, I'm arbitrarily declaring today Productive Tuesday. Let's see how much I can done between when I get home at 6:00 at 9:00 (yet another arbitrary decision. Go team pull stuff out of the air!)

The bank just called to ask me if I wanted an appointment to talk about RRSPs, something I've had on my to do list for the last week. I almost asked the nice lady if she had been talking to my mother ;)

Gentlemen deciding to take the nice weather as an excuse to wear kilts. I love my city ( Read more... )

Dear Brother,

While I may not be happy with the fat and ugly portions of Polycystic Ovary Syndrome, I am really fucking terrified of the diabetes, cancers, and heart disease that come with it. Also, I would like to have kids someday, which means getting the POS under control. I don't need coy comments, and when I say I'm busy on the elliptical ( Read more... )

As of this morning I'm the same weight as I was going into high school.

I didn't go socialise tonight, and I think I should have. Not because I really wanted to go out, because I'm sure I could have gotten Mom to do dinner if I asked, but because I'm in another of my phases. I just want to hide in my nice warm bedroom.

If I do that I won't feel like myself again till July.

I need a plan.

Dear Brother ( Read more... )

...but some days it's hard to pretend adulthood.

What I Should Do

laundry
-meal plan for next week
-grocery shopping
-apartment hunting
-job hunting
-investigate mass transit between SF & SD
-buy SAD light
-laundry
clean out fridge
-vacuum basement
clean room
-laundry

What I Want to Do

watch SPN-drink an entire pot of tea ( Read more... )

BJ is playing happy birthday on the trombone. I can sleep through a multitude of crazy, this however, does not qualify.

I had a great morning. Until I spilled a full cup of tea on myself on the bus. Then I had to listen to D complain about P and N. Then I found out that the rush job from yesterday had been wrong. Then L threw a handful of confetti at me and I had to go to the washroom to pick it out of my underthings ( Read more... )