Shortly, I will commence preparing tacos for dinner. Said tacos are made with ground turkey because I’m cheap that way. Knitting and Dr. Who may or may not happen. My shoulder hurts. 
We had chicken boobs for supper, and cake for dessert.
They weren’t sugar free gummies were they?
http://www.amazon.com/Haribo-SUGAR-Classic-Gummi-Bears/product-reviews/B006J1FBLM
I needed that read, not a good day.
I had a pbj and a glass of milk for dindin. Midget reminded that I have some cake left, plus ice cream. Dessert shall be had at some point. YAY!
Also, I accomplished a chore. I drug the trash can down to the road. Go Me!
Oh, and in addition to tacos, we’ve got Bird’s custard, which I shall make on the hob! It’s a truly international affair!
I got some gift cards, a cute cat charm, a book, and a violin for my birthday. Yay!
My dad got me the violin on the mistaken assumption I’d played violin before (I took viola lessons for a year, a while ago.) But it’s cool to have, anyway. 
I guess I’ll try to learn to play the violin, somehow. If I can learn the basics, it’ll be useful for me if/when I write or arrange music for violin.
I worked, but that isn’t unusual.
I had five fingers of 150 proof home brew in a Yuengling glass and I’m washing it down with a couple Scottish ales --------- and I’m typing better (if somewhat slower) than you are. Somehow I find myself proud of that and ashamed. Proud because I can do it and ashamed because my mothers side of the gene pool is showing. 
Maybe its my current level of intoxication but I am so tempted to say l--------- Hey! Look at all the butterflies! 
I got Mr Cello (RED actually met Mr Cello at least once) a bass once figuring he could use it sometime. To be frank I just wanted to get it because it was this really cool aluminum model made for the USO (I was told) and the price was more than right. Can’t say what ever happened to it but I’ll always remember the five weeks I had it in my possession.
Supply run completed, and the stupid is already strong out on the road. Gotta do some homework soon, and study for a test.
I spent the day allowing myself to be gloomy. Tomorrow I will start working on not being gloomy.
Tomorrow I will begin my day with several Bayer products. :smack:
I did a load of laundry and went out for milk. Other than that, I did some stamping, and watched tv. I do not labor on Labor Day.
The stupid is strong everywhere.
I feel guilty for telling a friend no. He’s in financial trouble, car died and no way to get to work. A while back, before his car died all the way, he wanted to borrow my truck, I have seen how he drives that was a definite NO! I said if he wanted I’d take him to work everyday.
He said no, he’d figure something out. Okay.
Today he calls, his car is dead and he can’t afford to fix it. He wants me to co-sign a loan. I thought about it, even talked to the dealer but then I said no. I lent him $800 last year of which he still owes me $400. I loaned him another $600 this year of which he has paid me $50. Every week he promises to give me money, every week it’s a different excuse. I have asked him to help me with stuff around the house and I would take it off what he owes me. He came over once. I asked him to help me move, I would pay for the gas and deduct some of what he owes me. Hasn’t happened. I said I cannot afford to take on a car payment. He said I wouldn’t be, he will only buy what he can afford. I said if you cannot afford to give me even $50/month, how can you afford a car? I said either you are lying about being unable to pay me or you are lying now. I said you brought this on yourself, had you paid me as you said you would I’d consider it but your past behavior tells me you can’t be trusted. So now he is mad at me - like that is going to break my heart.
I offered again to take him to work each day. I offered again for him to help me out with moving the rest of my stuff and deducting some of what he owes. My mother would pay him to help clean out her attic, he doesn’t have time.
He’s been stupid with money for a long time. After his father died it did something to him, almost like he feels like if he dies with money in his pocket he lost. He has no concept of saving. At one time he had two big screen TVs in his room, so he could watch TV while playing video games.
I told him a long time ago he needed to slow down. Now it’s all caught up with him as I knew it would.
I don’t know why I have to feel bad though. I said something to Sah-son - I usually don’t tell him anything, none of his business.
Anyway I said to Sah-son that I didn’t know why I feel so guilty. He said maybe it’s because you’re a nice person. Or maybe you’re just an idiot.
I’m going with being an idiot.
Roasted chikkie for din-din. I shall be in the hot tub whilst it roasts.
Tomorrow back to irk. Blurf.
I have 5 fingers of Yuengling in a Yuengling glass. The Scottish ale will have to wait till payday. Then I can get a Folly Pack and a Highlands mix pack.
Who is he?
Sari. Some folks you just can’t help no matter what.
I is tired and a tad sunburned even though I was not in the direct sun much at all. Just fooling around on the net a little before sleepy time.
I guess tomorrow will be a Moanday on a Tuesday. BLURF.
My charter school had three years of solfege and vertical flute for all students. Mother Ribas did a better job than she thought 
and we didn’t manage to drive her crazy at all, despite apparently being the year closest to doing so. We thought she told all her students “you’re driving me crazy!”, turns out she did not. Oops. We didn’t mean to! We’re sorry! Can we do that again?
We have a local brew<hic>er who makes a great and fairly cheap Scottish Ale – somewhere between a stout and a porter. Yummy around 55 degrees. Or after enough potato juice that you really don’t care anymore.