I'm so sick of these things I could puke ... You know, those e-mails that say things like, "Congress is 5 days away from passing legislation that would make it legal for them to collect organs from all organ donors whenever they need them, whether you're still alive or not! E-mail blah@nowhere.gov to protest this. SEND THIS E-MAIL TO ALL YOUR FRIENDS!"

Maybe I've just been online too long, but I don't fall for any of these anymore and it really bugs me that people who have my e-mail address do. I spend far too much time trying to debunk these things before they infect another 50,000 people's e-mail accounts. The best I can do is send out rebuttals as widely as I can, as quickly as I can so they don't all pass it on. But I don't know if I'm doing any good.

I guess I have a number of well-meaning but gullible friends. I don't want to have to start blocking their e-mails.

Really, I'm sick of driving. Sick, sick, sick. Pain in the ass all around. Can't afford to do it, can't afford not to. Public transportation in Phoenix sucks ass.

So my truck, which has been overheating for some time now and which I was praying would just survive long enough for me to get the money together to repair it, decided to commit suicide yesterday by way of an exploding radiator.

Our Bug, while in much better shape than it was when we bought it, is really not up to being a daily commuter, which probably means I'll end up running it into the ground as well.

And on top of everything else, someone broke into the truck last night and emptied out the glove box, which held not only the manual for the vehicle and all of its maintenance records dating back to 1989 (yes, it was very full), but also the insurance, registration and ...

*sigh*

the title.

I've been meaning to remove that for some time. This is bad. Of course, if whoever it was decides to acquire my truck from me, they deserve what they'll get. Talk about bad timing!

Human League in the US in August. What's more, in Tucson! Woohoo!

The trees of the forest weep with despair every time I approach the copying machine.

And I call myself an environmentalist. Bah.

I'm embarking on a big change. I'm tallying up all of my LPs and CDs, going through them to pull out the ones that I absolutely can't part with and the ones that are too scratched to sell, and putting the rest up for sale.

For too long, they've been accumulating in my closet taking up space. Too much of my money has gone into purchasing CDs that I haven't listened to more than twice in 10 years. There will be more music in the future.

And I'm really short of money.

In combination, it really seemed like the thing I needed to do. Now we'll see if anyone actually wants to buy what I have to sell.

It hurts, but it's a good hurt, lessening one's attachment to material possessions.

I'm not having a peak physical day today. But it's all good. Really.

First off, Mason and I had our first personal training session at Bally's. Mind you, we went and worked out the previous night, so I was sore to begin with. Today, I'm in some pain and can't really move very well. But it's a good hurt.

Second is nicotine withdrawal. I'm positively a raving bitch this morning. Paradoxically, I haven't actually raged at anyone yet. I'm just doing it in private where they can't see me. I figure if I make it to the end of the day without killing anyone and without succumbing to temptation, I'm OK.

Finished the first of two major final projects for school last night. Now I have five days to finish the other one. And I have a Nurses' Day Brunch to co-host tomorrow morning and I have to fix a bunch of stuff for my mom tomorrow afternoon and my niece's baptism is Sunday and Mother's Day is Sunday and our second personal training session is Tuesday and this assignment is due Wednesday. I'm screwed.

Beg pardon. I'll be all better in a day or two. Hope everyone's making the most of their lives.