Sorry about that last post--I'm afraid I don't handle feeling stupid, very well--and computers and math equally make me feel stupid! I had to juggle the cheque book balance today--then tonight tried to download the script writing programme--not that I'm thinking of writing a sit-com or drama or anything, just wanted to stay in practice..for what, I'm not sure--but, I spent so many hours/months/years learning to write this stuff, I guess I just don't like to see it go to a total waste. Still stings that I can't finished my writing education, but..what can I do? I'm stuck. Just gotta' adjust and deal with it. One day at a time--just like an old turtle.

So, tonight moi had a bit of a public temper-tantrum. A side of me I probably shouldn't let out in public, I suppose. But, it helped, actually, to get it out, instead of letting it fester.

Didn't get to the laundromat. I can't believe how tired I get! A little shopping--maybe 30 minutes--and It's like I just ran the Boston Marathon! And, geez, the foot hurts--well, the part that isn't numb and tingly, that is. My back is sore as well. My landlord was here--fixing the light. Did he offer to help me get my six, mostly heavy bags of groceries up the two flights of stairs? No. In fact, he made me wait outside, in the blinking rain, while he set up the ladder to change the lightbulb--which was the wrong kind. He did, before he left, leave his torch on, propped up against the bottom step--but left the extension ladder in the hall, which I banged by bad foot against--but managed, I'm pleased to say, to keep my "choice words" in my head, and not blurt them out loud.

Today was the first time in three weeks that I've been able to get a whole week's worth of groceries at once--it's the first time I felt well enough to take that many bags upstairs. I've mostly either been doing without, or getting things a few days at a time, mostly from the little store, down the street...which has been an added expense as well, as things cost more in the smaller stores.

It's a bit past 11, here. Watched some Doctor Who, lost against the computer some more, on the online cribbage game, cuddled with Flame and Boots, Had two slices of the store brand's frozen pizza (pepperoni and sausage, not bad for a $2.50 pizza) and some diet rootbeer, fiddled with the computer (let's not go there again) surfed a Dr Who website, blogged, listened to The Proclaimers, The Dr Who soundtrack, The Monkees live tour CD, messed about with a play I've been toying with for the last 8 months--and getting not very far--only on page 2 in 8 months, not good :)) --I've trashed this play so many times, only to try it again and again. I love the idea of the play, but I just can't seem to make it work--exposition is hard, for me. Well, so's plot too, for that matter--dialog on the other hand, is a cakewalk. But a play is rubbish without good exposition and a solid plotline, so all the dialog in the world won't help, if you haven't got those other two things nailed down solid.

So, I going to try and go to bed--I am tired, but the pain's rather bad--took 400mg of Ibueprofin, but it's likely going to take a while for it to kick in. Anyway, Flame's nagging me to go to bed--she used to do that to my late mum, a lot--mum didn't sleep well, last few years--and Flame likes to go to bed at a certain time. Gets genuinely upset if I stay up too late. Shell "talk" to me, paw at me, sit and stare at me--until bedtime--and..being a cat...naturally she wakes up and wants to play. :)