will I never be done with complaints?

[derien]

You remember last Sunday was so busy because we'd spent Saturday in Cambridge (you remember that, right? I know you do, but when I read back over my journals later I know I won't, so I have to jog my own memory.). I guess that gave me a taste for not having much of a weekend, because this week I changed days off with Buddy Boy, who had a clan banquet ("My brother already rented my kilt - $150!" I have to wonder why he doesn't own his own kilt already since he always has these events. If he's going to keep renting it just seems as though it would cost less.) I'll have Wednesday off, but of course the laundry and grocery shopping needed to be done today, because we're out of food and clothes. I got up fairly late, had a light breakfast of leftovers and went off to be productive. Being busy, I subsisted on cookies and coffee all day. Got home, began to fix dinner, and while I worked on that I snacked on some grapes. Well, you might be able to imagine where this all led. Faithful weada fwowed up. Only enough to get the acid level down a bit, and then a small bowl of rice and cheese settled it down, but man I hate tossing my cookies. And the finger that I fell on at ManRay still isn't done bothering me. And then I burned my belly by spattering a good glop of hot meat grease on it while I was cooking dinner - coincidently probably spoiling one of my nicest t-shirts.

All that said, it really hasn't been a bad day. Now I get to eat, which is good. :) And Eor has done a lot of cleaning around the house.