An Other Another Late Entry

      I had my weirdest dream yesterday or maybe the day before. House and Chase, who are straight in the show, were being intimate. At least trying to be, but Chase was flatulent, kind of spoiled the mood. Oh, and I found a note I wrote myself in 2021 as a "reminder"; I've seen green headlights and a skateboard with a single wheel going through the middle. If I hadn't seen another today, I'd have forgotten to add that. Now I can throw that note away.
      Apart from that, nothing really different. I've gone out a lot this week. Mailed a package, did my taxes, went to the bank. That was supposed to be one efficient outing, not three. Today alone, I went up and down about 111 stairs. Without the shortcut we took through the school and the stairs at Community Services, it's still about 75 stairs per trip. The most exercise in a week I've ever gotten. My next most comparable day is when I did 100 situps, which was likely in 2009.

      I could work out more. Hell, I guess it's the only thing I can afford to do. Financially, anyway. Certainly not physically. Two slices of pizza for six dollars; now that I can do! I was hoping to do pizza tonight and invite a friend over for dinner and games, but we're having this cheesy, oniony hot dog stuff instead. So maybe tomorrow, even though it's a lot less convenient.

      And other than that... Well, my hair has reached my goal. So now I can choose between cutting it or setting a new goal. Took me just five years to grow it from my chin to below my hips. I go out and people feel the need to talk about it. It's great. I finally have something on my body I can take pride in.

      My family has just turned on Married With Children, so I'm outta here. I so wish I could have my computer in my room. Not for blogging reasons. I've now run out of things to say.