a hole in the wall is worth far more in guilt value than the cost of the spackle it would take to fill it.  one of the best deals since horse-hair plaster. 
fixed tire. bike was very grubby. just finished cleaning it--with a toothbrush. i get a little carried away.
hey, when i was still depressively employed, i would have sooner stuck needles under my nails than take care of something so intimate to me--so very 'joe'--as my bike. i even cleaned the fridge last week. i do laundry. i might even replace those rags i use for towels with new ones.
but right now, i still need milk before i can have some more coffee. and i am desperate for coffee...
still tweaking the template for this page, colors and such. large layout changes, and pleasing table affairs will no doubt be forthcoming.
i need to go get milk. i have to bring my weekly unemployment claim form to the post office (still not approved for it yet). i have to fix my bike's flat tire (or keep pumping it up every seven minutes). and it's snowing, hard.
there is a very dark brew in my cup.
out of bed. finally. have to make coffee with 2 scoops decaf and 6 scoops regular, different than my usual 1/2 and 1/2 recipe, because i only have enough milk for three cups of coffee, plus a real dark fourth, maybe.
hoo-eff'n-ray. now it's all almost the way it's supposed to be... er, i mean, it's all almost the way i want it to be. after trudging through supposed to's all my life, i am now stunned and charmed every single time i watch as my legs lift off and fall back under rediscovered wings and a new trust of flying; what i want is what i am supposed to do. i'll be damned!
(good night, Irene.)
well, getting sleepy, and can't shake the journal-type template. if i fuck around with it much longer, i'll be up all night.
diving in, playing and splashing. hope i catch a cold.