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Frak. Left the lights on yesterday after driving home in the intermittent rain, so I'm now waiting for Carlos to show up with jumper cables. Going to pack up the laundry but hold off on the laptop until he gets here.

Somebody in the class of '78 (Oxon Hill HS) is organizing a joint reunion with my class ('77) at the Marriott Waterfront in National Harbor. Announced price is $125, which makes me wonder if this is some sort of formal dance/dinner kind of thing.

Went to the Shoppers to stock up on staples for the next fortnight (lunch meat, bread, eggs, etc.) and was surprised by a small gang of kids P's age...not that they were there, mind you, but I kept hearing bits of half-remembered vocabulary. They looked like they might be...nah, maybe they're Serbs, i thought. Serbian sounds a lot like Russian, just different enough to mess you up. The closer I got, though, the more I wondered. So I asked.
"Vy Russkii?" I asked one of the boys.
"What?" he responded, clearly surprised.
"Are you Russians?"
"Oh! Yeah..."
I nodded. "Thought that sounded familiar. Been a while since I'd heard it." I moved on down the aisle past them, but heard some subdued talk behind me. Yeah. Russian. Too bad I haven't kept up on it much, or I wouldn't have had to ask, I guess.

Made it to the library, chucked out some garbage and made some progress on cleaning the kitchen. Cleaned the tub, which really needed it. Spent a lot of time horizontal readng Grant Moves South and Grant Takes Command.

Next couple of weeks are going to be tight...not only did that business with the tires mess up the cash flow, but I lost track of things in the checking account and got burned with overdraft fees I could ill afford. Well, I ought to be back on track by the end of next month, barring any further hideous occurrences.

Looks like chebutykin and the rest of my MN peeps are really sweating today up there in the Great American Desert. Sympathies, m8s.
Oddly, down here it's five degrees cooler, which wouldn't make a lot of difference except that it's also less humid. So all things considered, it's been a lot more comfortable down here.

Changed the style and subtitle I was using to something more appropriate, and will probably leave it that way until the interment later this year.
If you have no idea what I'm talking about, go and read this.

Went out to deposit paycheck, pick up drugs, get blood drawn, get mail, and hang out with P, more or less in that order, and got everything done except for the mail since I forgot the box key. Oh well; there's always next week. Also got pretty wet when the thunderstorm rolled through town as I was coming out of the video store. Killed the rest of the afternoon playing Civ and re-reading The Palace of Love; quit Civ when the Arabs started to disassemble my empire; next time one of the AI asks for a map and some spare change, I'm going to fork it over.

Apparently my comments on the Rachel Moss deal attracted some Anonymous Cowards looking to do a little trolling. Sorry, kids, I know how to play the game and you aren't getting any scope here. Abuse me all you like on your own blogs & journals; I frankly don't care. The pool of people whose opinions I do care about is pretty small, and those that post here actually have balls enough to use their own LJ handles or other means of identity.

UPDATE: Hey there, Anonymous Cowards! For the benefit of you trolls that can't read too well, comments are moderated here. Which means you don't get to leave a comment unless I want you to. Normally, I let it all hang out, but the winds of my whims have shifted, and your trolling days here are at an end. Buh-bye.

This is a follow-on to one of the things I talked about in this post.

olegvolk does some excellent pro-RKBA work.
This is another example, though not nearly as confrontational as, say, this sign.

Being an impulsive retard, I had ordered a dozen roses for delivery today with the intention of giving them to someone I've been seeing occasionally these last few months. Unfortunately for me, she was busy with kids tonight, so I was basically stuck with a dozen mixed red & yellow roses.

As it happened, Marketing Girl was in somewhat of a funk this week (I think she got the same uninspiring news everybody in Accounting got: thanks for busting your ass, but no raise of any significance, kthxbye, get back to work) and I noticed nobody had sent her flowers at work. So I gave her mine. Why not? It cheered her up, she thanked me profusely, and it was all good. Otherwise I would have had to take the damn things home and look up how to make rose hip tea on the interbutts.

So tell me, Internets, how exactly do I go about driving a stake through the heart of the White Knight center in my brain?* It's going to get me in trouble again one of these days if I don't, I just know it.

In other news, I took advantage of my state tax refund arriving to pony up for a 90-day EVE card. BoB is collapsing and I want a seat on the r***train.

*I'm also going to cut its head off and burn the sumbitch. This is no time for half measures.

Wow, that was a weird appointment. The endocrinologist I saw today spent most of his time lecturing me on diet and exercise, which was okay if extremely redundant since I'm seeing a nutritionist in two weeks and starting diabetes ed classes in March. What really annoyed me was his insistence that I needed statins for my blood pressure (which neither my GP or the GI doc thought necessary) and his strong suggestion that I go on Byetta. I told him I wanted to give diet and exercise one last shot since I'm not trying to staff a convention or finish my MA - well, okay, didn't go into that much detail, but I think he got the picture. I'm going to talk to Dr. Langille about the statins; if I can reduce the load on my heart by peeling off the pounds this year, then that's one less drug I need.

Iodoflex not burning nearly so much today, praise Jesus. Didn't have to remove yesterday's pads since they washed off in the shower while I wasn't looking; they do seem to have done a power of good for my poor, leaky, squamous (and occasionally rugose) leg. Here's hoping they can close up the wound before the pool opens here; once I can get swimming a few times a week, that should keep it closed.

In other news, I may be able to get back the taxes Canada withheld from the royalties paid into my IRA by various energy trusts like Enterra, Provident, and Torch. This would be a Good Thing; if I'm correct, this has cost me 15% of the royalties due me over the past few years that I've held shares in those trusts.