it's either that, or snatch your head bald. maybe stick flaming bamboo shoots up your fingernails. or, sit in a corner, suck your thumb, and bang your head against the wall.

i'd rather laugh, but some days it's fucking hard.

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i had a semi-game plan for yesterday, but that was all for naught. regardless, this is what i accomplished:

added blog entry to WW.
added a page to WW. (still can't figure out how to get ads on there so i can start getting paid. this was on the list but i never got to it.)

added blog entry to NC and menopause at OverForty and updated the hub page.

created accounts for O40 at twitter and squidoo.

worked on the experiment at Fever Blister Treatment.

finished and posted Muffin's story.

mowed the lawn. whilst doing so, a rock flew from under the mower to the neighbor's visiting realtor's passenger window in her new van, and shattered the window. yes, yes it did.

much ado.

hung a chime for Gem that whacked out a vertebrae in the middle of my back that's KILLING me right now. my right shoulder hurts so bad from the muscle pulling it's bringing tears to my eyes. i slept for shit last night, failing to find a comfortable position. i was hoping it would slip back in overnight, but that didn't happen.

grilled dinner: beef short ribs and corn on the cob.

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i'm totally hooked on Pandora.

thanks, Bee!

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and now it's monday.



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