Miscellany

We got our first gas bill since we started putting the heat on, and it was $103. This is sheer craziness because last November our bill was about $55. Somehow we used more "therms" or whatever which is highly suspect because, well, I don't remember it being that cold this month (lots of warmer days) but I suppose I could be mistaken. Still, this does not bode well for the winter if the bill is already over $100. Last year, our high bills were $150 in January and February. Now I'm just scared.

I have to boogie down to RI today because someone is coming to look at my dad's truck. I have to get there early enough to make sure it still runs (haven't been down there in a couple of weeks) - wouldn't that be embarrassing?

I got into a great discussion about trans stuff on folkyboy's podcast yesterday. It was awesome and would have been the coolest thing to hit the internet, but sadly he ran out of room on his iPod and it cut us off somewhere in the middle. This shows: 1) he has way too much country music on his frickin' iPod and 2) we need to have another discussion about transphobia.

The kitten is currently laying on my chest. This is very cute. Usually the kitten is clawing my leg or trying to attack my shoes. Not nearly as cute.

I'm trying to psych myself up for a 3-day workweek but it's hard, because I haven't had much of a weekend (too many chores/obligations) and I know the three days of work will be majorly long. Tomorrow I have a full work day, my annual physical, and then I need to run to babysitting as fast as I can. Hopefully they will not decide to stay out extra late since I will get there extra late. Hopefully.

This journal seems to have little point or direction right now, much like my life. Lame.

You catch your breath and winter starts again.

( Long and probably very whiny talk about selling Dad's stuff. )

I don't usually write these sorts of major mental mind-dumps anymore but I'm hoping that putting some of this in words will get it the heck out of my brain for a little while. I'm not one to really go around asking people to help me or be there for me or whatever, but I guess there's a first time for everything. Leslie's a whole lot better at this stuff than I am. I wonder why that is.

Domestic Therapy

There's something therapeutic about laundry. I don't know what it is, if it's something as simple as clean, crisp items coming out of a warm dryer or what. All I know is that there are three deliciously clean loads of laundry neatly folded on our kitchen table and it gives me some sort of peace. (Of course, I would have more peace if it moved itself into drawers and closets, but hey, small steps.)

I also started the mammoth task of burning picture/data/music files onto CD from Turd Ferguson (my old computer) so I can bring them over to the new one. I've also started stripping the computer of random files and programs in the event that we give away/donate the machine somewhere. When I can get the beast off of my desk, life will be even better. Clutter, how you mock me so!

Soon I will be able to listen to 40 kabillion Fifteen mp3s. Good times!