Ted’s cooking class yesterday made *insanely* good soft bread rolls, which he brought a bunch of home. I could eat nothing *but* these all day. SO YUMMY! Hm. Need water now, though.
I’m awake!
I’m awake! I’m awake! Don’t eat me! ahem. Overslept a bit. Was *very* tired.
exercise
So yesterday I was walking and I had this thought. I was thinking about trying to lose weight and all that sort of thing, and how I didn’t remember having any problems at all with weight in high school, and how I ate pretty much anything I wanted, and then it hit me: I exercised at least 1.5 hours a day in high school. Often more. I swam every day and I took dance classes for half of high school and I periodically joined stupid, stupid sports like track or…
dammit
God *damn* it. I got a tax bill a couple of weeks ago to the tune of $860 still owed on my 2001 taxes because I hadn’t reported a $2400 payment from APCS, the company that bought CHI in October 2001. I never *received* a W-2 for that $2400. I /did/ receive 3, count ’em, 3, copies of my W-2 from CHI, the first two of which were wrong. Of course I can’t /prove/ that I didn’t get the W-2 because you can’t prove a negative. I can’t imagine that…
burned holes in my head
My eyes feel a bit like burned holes in my head, which is not so good, since it’s only 9am. Got up and went to the gym this morning. Woke up, in fact, at 5 to 5, when I’d been intending to wake up at 5:30. There was no sleep after that, though, so I lay there until the alarm went off and got up. Much as it sucks to wake up 35 minutes early, I think I’d rather that, and get up and gym, than wimp out. Soon I’ll…