End of day at last. Sitting, sitting for two days straight it seems, researching and typing and browsing and organizing and Very tired of it. Ass feels like a marshmallow, a manatee. Eating everything in sight. Period due tomorrow. Major bloat and not fitting into black gig pants. Fitting into old black gig pants that, last month, were falling off me because of reduced elasticity from age and constant use (the pants', not mine) Packing, packing, pre-packing and then packing, for Texas. Stomach feels like a marshmallow, a manatee. Slowly problem-solving the pile of "fix-mees!" but not as fast as they collect. Must leave everything else until after Texas:
The printer for the Mac; The toner for the other printer; Selling the camera; Checking on status of returned print server and refund; Shelf in office; The oil change; Visiting the dentist to diagnose troublesome tooth; Getting svelte again by way of Cutting down on the junk food; And all the other unfinished projects, whose names are legion and too many to name here.
