brain and brain! what is brain?

It's a lovely morning, so I went for a little walk - and still I had to convince myself to leave my computer by telling myself I'd get a coffee while I was out.  What's wrong with me?  I should enjoy the fresh air just for it's own sake. 

And of course when I got back here I immediately opened up LJ again.  I told myself I was getting into the shower and then doing dishes and going to work, but no.  I started singing "Dragonstea Din Tei" and wanted to look at the Wiki page about it so that I could check how far wrong I had the words, but then as I logged into LJ I noticed that they have a link on the public login/make yourself an LJ page called "latest posts" - it's down there to the right next to the orange button that says 'XML,' see it?  Anyway, perusing the recent posts assures me that most posts which aren't in Cyrillic are unreadable because they're in very bad English or just talking about stuff nobody is interested in.  Or they're random pictures.  But, hey, these are people's journals, I shouldn't expect more out of them, right?  It just makes me happy that I've got people on my f-list who write about things I AM interested in. ;)  (*ignores the obvious logic that she's interested because these are the lives of people she likes*). 

*notices that every time she clicks the latest posts link again there's all different posts!* 

*clicky!*

*clicky!*

What was I doing? 

Ha! Take that, Life!

Despite my incredible ability to get distracted, I have managed to do some dishes, take my shower and call the management company back regarding their work on our tub, and ask if there will be a next step. 

Yes, I can't recall if I mentioned it, but while Mom was here we also had the tub piping ripped all apart and put back together by the maintenance guys.  They had to install a whole new set of fixtures and pipes in order to get the dripping to stop, and they leveled it so it now drains.  There's just the issue of the enamel being worn through and the metal underneath still rusting away yet to deal with.  They gave us a rubber mat to stop our asses feet coming directly in contact with the rust, but I'd really rather have it repainted if at all possible, because the mat just seems like a place for things to grow.

Anyway, I don't exactly win at life, I never do, but I keep staggering on through the race with lots of help from eor. ;)