The Journal :: Nekkid, Clueless and Feelin' Good


Saturday,
January 25, 2003

Bleah

This has been such a weird Saturday. The weather is foul, I have a buttload of writing I really need to get done this weekend, and I want to do something but can't seem to get started. I keep wandering around the apartment, like I'm looking for something that I don't know or can't remember. I know how utterly useless that sounds, but I'm trying to explain something that I don't fully understand myself.

I hate wasting perfectly good Saturdays like this. Well, granted, it wasn't a complete waste -- we went out and had lunch, then did a detour to Neal's Unfinished Furniture so that Lyn could pick out a dresser. We wound up walking out of there with two nice beside tables (I finally have something other than a CD rack to put my alarm clock on, whee!), and saw an oak Mission-style headboard/footboard set that he loves. I'm not so struck on it -- I'd prefer to have a headboard with built-in bookcases -- but it would be nice to have a headboard again and we haven't been able to find a king-sized headboard to our liking (or budget) anywhere. But that was pretty much the highlight of the day.

Man, this is a downer, isn't it? Sorry -- they can't all be perky. Actually, come to think of it, this may be PMS-related -- time to break out the tea Jana sent me and see if it has any effect. On the upside, I did haul my carcass over to the weight room and got on a stationary bike for a half hour, so the Search for Melanie's Bone Structure is still in gear and moving along nicely.

Oh, one last tidbit for the more liberal of you (and you know who you are) -- I was TV surfing tonight and stumbled across the Chief Justice of the Alabama Supreme Court (and Alabama, you have my most sincere sympathy) wittering on about how our government was founded on the 10 Commandments. You would have been proud of me, readers -- I didn't throw anything at the screen, although I believe I did shout something about the Founding Fathers being Freemasons, you moron.

I mean, what is it about the phrase "separation of church and state" that is so damn difficult to understand? Bah -- I wave my paw.

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