Nothing that exciting to report . . .

. . . but does that stop people from posting in their LiveJournals? Heck, no! So why should I let it stop me?

If anybody out there sent pozzies to Tina's son, TJ, suffice to say they worked.

Burned a copy of Pink Moon for Mr. TBH, since he mentioned he'd never heard it all the way through. He seemed to enjoy it. The downside was, I didn't get to see him until late, which meant staying up even later, which meant I was a bit yawny at work today.

Tonight is laundry and bill paying. I've used up the leftover chili, so I'll have to think of something to actually fix for dinner tomorrow. I have to pace out my supplies to last until I leave for Chattanooga this weekend for Chattacon.

Been treadmilling steadily for a few weeks now. Skipping days more infrequently. Started adding one minute per day (planning to work my way up to an hour.) Currently up to thirty-three minutes plus a five minute cool down. Baby steps. Dropped another five pounds when I wasn't looking, which might be a function of my new healthy regimen but might also be a function of the fact that I've finally stopped taking the Zyprexa.

I'm going to wait for the dryer to finish and then go to bed.

Today I took pleasure in the Dandy Warhols song "Bohemian Like You".

Today I learned it didn't take nearly as long to wash the dishes by hand as I thought it might.