My mission if I choose to accept it....

Wierd night last night, on top of everything else, I slept shitty and had some wierd bizzare dreams...

Mowed the grass, cleaned up the front and back yard some.. there is still the nasty flower bed of doom to work on...

I have a feeling my neighbor that I share a driveway with is pissed at me... but O fucking well. I pay taxes too asshole. I could be just projecting, but he hasn't been as friendly as days passed... and has been acting wierd. Wierdo Neighbor.

My mission, if I choose to accept it is to stain the remainder of the crown molding tonight, and go to the gym and sit in the steam room and work on the tred mill (not in that order mind you). Its 6p.m. gay central standard time... I'm going to take a nap, then stain, then go to the gym. That is the plan of attack....

I didn't go back to the thirft store for the table. Maybe tomarrow if it is still there..I'll see it as a sign and claim it to be mine.

Steam room fantasies and the mystery of the lost parking tag

I didn't get the memo. It was a crap shoot at best, however rest assured, the steam room at the new Mayo Gym is dead as the conservative coat rack in mid July. The hot tub was more lively than the tiled room behind closed doors. Why the fuck didn't they do.. I don't know.. CEDAR??? But the new gym is fabulouse, and I think I will really enjoy going there. Plus as an added bonus...

There is a TV at every workout station, and I can watch CABLE. More importantly ANDERSON COOPER and BRAVO. Must make sure I have Wed off, so I can walk and watch project runway-at the SAME TIME.

However, in my sleep deprived haze, I somehow missed my parking tag, and they wouldn't give me a new one. ITs somewhere in the house, with my black sqaure cut swimsuit. I HAD IT TONIGHT, and then poof, like a fart in the wind, it was gone. I'll have to get out St. Anthony, and start looking for the fucker.

Things are comming along nicely for the weekend though, and it will be fabulouse. Must stop by the farmers market on Saturday morning and pick up fresh flowers.. kind of like Mrs. Dalloway..she always said she would by the flowers herself.