Not my night, either

So I manage to wrap up everything by 5:30, head out the door, swing by the post office to pull out today's mail, get on the 576, and arrive at the P&R...only to discover I'd left my truck key at the office. Great. That meant a hike up the hill to the 76th & Newton bus stop (in fron tof Best Buy) and a trip back downtown. When all was said and done I didn't get home until 8 PM, where I found a notice from the Campaign Practices Board proving that they can't add: they think I had $500 left over after my campaign for the State House back in 2002, so they want me to cough up $100 in fines for filing late and another grand in penalties. Well, fuck that. When I closed the damn campaign account in 2003, I was actually ten bucks in the hole, having paid three months' worth of service fees out of my pocket since I kept forgetting to close the account. So if they want money from me they can get in line and sue me. If I had $1100, I'd give it to my foot doctor and Health East for back clinic charges, to say nothing of the IRS.

I settled in and started hacking on the sloppy excuse for a Russo-Polish War scenario I have here and lost track of time, which is why I'm doing this at 0245. It's not like I have anything to get up early for tomorrow anyway.
( Details, if you want them )

And that's it for tonight. Tomorrow, cleaning, expulsion of garbage, data entry, a library run, and some sloth and indolence. It's a three-day weekend!

Not my night, either

So I manage to wrap up everything by 5:30, head out the door, swing by the post office to pull out today's mail, get on the 576, and arrive at the P&R...only to discover I'd left my truck key at the office. Great. That meant a hike up the hill to the 76th & Newton bus stop (in fron tof Best Buy) and a trip back downtown. When all was said and done I didn't get home until 8 PM, where I found a notice from the Campaign Practices Board proving that they can't add: they think I had $500 left over after my campaign for the State House back in 2002, so they want me to cough up $100 in fines for filing late and another grand in penalties. Well, fuck that. When I closed the damn campaign account in 2003, I was actually ten bucks in the hole, having paid three months' worth of service fees out of my pocket since I kept forgetting to close the account. So if they want money from me they can get in line and sue me. If I had $1100, I'd give it to my foot doctor and Health East for back clinic charges, to say nothing of the IRS.

I settled in and started hacking on the sloppy excuse for a Russo-Polish War scenario I have here and lost track of time, which is why I'm doing this at 0245. It's not like I have anything to get up early for tomorrow anyway.
( Details, if you want them )

And that's it for tonight. Tomorrow, cleaning, expulsion of garbage, data entry, a library run, and some sloth and indolence. It's a three-day weekend!

Saturday afternoon, with errands

Predictably, I slept in until after noon today, and then idled away a good part of the afternoon before heading out to the library, where I picked up Gaiman's Anansi Boys, Simon Winder's The Man Who Saved Britain, the second volume of Chrisopher Anivil's Interstellar Patrol, and David Brin's Brightness Reef. I've already stared Anansi Boys, which looks to be quite a trainwreck and hard to put down. Also stopped at Walgreens for bandages and sponges; finally to WalMart for test strips and sundry groceries.

I'm thinking of just punting the rest of the evening and going to bed early, assuming I can put down Anansi Boys long enough to manage it.

Saturday afternoon, with errands

Predictably, I slept in until after noon today, and then idled away a good part of the afternoon before heading out to the library, where I picked up Gaiman's Anansi Boys, Simon Winder's The Man Who Saved Britain, the second volume of Chrisopher Anivil's Interstellar Patrol, and David Brin's Brightness Reef. I've already stared Anansi Boys, which looks to be quite a trainwreck and hard to put down. Also stopped at Walgreens for bandages and sponges; finally to WalMart for test strips and sundry groceries.

I'm thinking of just punting the rest of the evening and going to bed early, assuming I can put down Anansi Boys long enough to manage it.