another day, another non-accomplishment

for accomplishments today, it didn't get further than waking up at around 8am. *Waking* up, not getting up mind you. At any rate, I didn't get much done today. What I did do is nothing to make note of but I will anyway because I said I'd start blogging again.

I did eat half the bag of Doritos Cool Ranch. I know, yuck. I organized that 2 containers I have that contain electronics stuff which meant I rewound the wires & actually tied them with twisty ties and put earphones in their cases if they had one. Reshuffled the pamphlets and warranties etc. I put the printer into the top shelf of the closet as it's been on the floor between the bed and window so I kept having to negotiate my footing when I wanted to open my windows. I pulled out the electric blanket from under my bed & put that in the closet shelf too. Then I proceeded to watch obnoxious amounts of television and tinker around on the internet. I also did manage to take all the Rolling Stone magazines (my subscription) that Tim had collected from the bathrooms and dumped into my room while I was away at Joaquin's this past weekend and yet none of the Time magazines (Tim's subscription) have been relocated to her room. If I ever examine that it'd be on the other blog. Lastly because I cleaned up all my electronics, I found the charger for my Creative Zen which would make a nice jogging partner; if only the little Steve Jobs on my shoulder will stop yapping on about the shuffle v3.0.

What I need to do is laundry, clean under my bed because of dust and son of dust now live there. I sorely need to do some juggling between accounts for payments and such. I'm $1200 away from owing only one organization money. 3 checks and I only have one financial headache from my past to deal with. Seriously, they should tell college kids not to get a bloody credit card. Or 2. And yes I keep telling myself I will work out because it would be unbelievably nice to not feel like a tub of lard. And no I don't have some body dismorphic or whatever the frak bs chicks buy into these days. I just meant running up the stairs from the basement to my room to catch the intro to SVU would be nice if I wasn't out of breath when I get to my room. FYI, I love hearing that guy say "heinous," don't ask me why.