so much to do...so little time

Much to deal with today.

Topics to deal with later:

How to deal with disability when your culture looks upon it as a weakness.

Why Pitchfork can not get Lloyd's band name right and why I am offended by this.

Why Ozzie pitched Freddy in the cold - and at home.

Should I go to coffee with a 28 y.o. math teacher who had his first drink last weekend? Later I will try to justify my excursion to Gourmand tonight. I hope he's cute - the fuzzy pic didn't look too bad.

Is it exhilirating or crushingly depressing to clean out your checking account to pay your rent.

Who really sent me those flowers last week

Why did a co-worker ask me about evil boy when I haven't heard from him? Why did she tell me that I needed to talk to him? Why? Is this my karma for finding a note from him in my desk and shredding it? I get to pretend that we're all copacetic.

I am firmly entrenched in relative poverty.

I am totally underpaid for my job and given too many obligations.

Am I depressed or just in a crap situation.

The new boy and his crap attitude towards me.

My hysterical new Park District yoga class.

My registration for the Firefighter exam.

The Hideout Block Party also becoming the Touch and Go 25th Anniversary Party. I want a Seam reunion dammit.

Is my cold turning into an infection? I wish I had the sexy voice still - I'd prefer that to the hacking cough every morning.

My emotional repugnance about taking care of my Mamacita when my family gets to lounge. I have to get over that quickly.

Blah, Blah, Blah.

Listen to this song

Lloyd, I'm Ready To Be Heartbroken