I used to write. A lot. And I don't do it anymore. And I don't like that. I've thought of clever and poignant (thanks be to Jesus for spell check!) stuff I want to write and post, but I never do it. So, today I'm gonna start just doin' it. Writing makes me happy and I haven't done a lot of happy lately.

Problem is, I don't feel I have much to write on. But, we gotta start somewhere. So I'm just going to start with recent events in my life, boring as they may be.

Friday morning, I woke to find my glasses of almost four years had broken when I tenderly dropped a book, from a height of about six inches, on them the night before. No problem. I've got contacts. No emergency. Except I wear daily disposables, and I had 2 pair left, and I am in a show and can't wear my glasses on stage, and I can't see jack squat with out them, and I drive a bus for a living. Thankfully, it was pay day for Chris and me, and I was able to order some more contacts, and had new glasses on my face by Saturday. If this had happened last week? I would have been royally skee-rewed.

Last week Verizon had helped themselves to my checking account-after they sent an e-mail saying they wouldn't--and took out $317.08 leaving us with $46.oo to live off of for two weeks--unbeknownst to me, who kept doing crazy things like buying food and gas. So, 7 $29.00 NSF fees later, I was in the negative, and feeling negative. Things are better, but Verizon still has not coughed up our dough. They can keep the $317 at this point. We owed it. But those slick bastards owe me $203 and a big fat apology.

There. I wrote something.