Again, today was semi-productive.  I managed to wake up about 11am which pleased me, seeing as how I hate waking up at noon or later because I feel like a total loser and completely unmotivated to get anything done.  

I brought my vacuum back to Costco and, unfortunately, had to get another one just like it because the only other one I’d have gotten was $110 more than the $149 that I did get.  While I was there, I picked up a few other things I needed, including a 3-pack of Fiskars scissors.  Now, this sounds weird, but I always had this weird idea that you only needed one pair of scissors in the house.  It never even occurred to me that you should have more than one pair!  Isn’t that the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard?  So, the three-pack was a nice purchase for like $13 which gave me one for the kitchen drawer, one for my craft tote and one for my desk drawer.  Now, I won’t keep looking high and low for the long-lost singular pair.  Watch…now I’ll find the fuckers…

Serena played in the Round of 16 (4th round games) at the Aussi Open this evening. Was an easy win for her and the 18-year-old she was playing was quite emotional when she kept screwing up.  I mean, come on kid, you’ve gotta be in the game a little longer before you beat someone like Serena!  Also, Justine Henin is scheduled to play Maria Sharapova which should be a kick-ass match-up, though I fully expect Justine to kick Maria’s ass in short order.  They did a segment on Serena called “My Signature Shot”  or something and she was talking about how the two-handed backhand was her signature shot and lots of people hit to her backhand thinking it’ll be easier to handle than her monster forehand….suckers!

I went by SaveOn to get my ‘scrip filled and grabbed some McD’s while I was there.  At least I walked to the store and back and I hadn’t eaten crap in a few days, so I didn’t feel so bad.  Sometimes, I just allow myself to enjoy eating what I want without the guilt.  I picked up some ingredients to make a Sour Cream Cake, a la Granny Bush.  It’s the first time I’ve ever made one and it came out OK, though I think the nonstick spray caused the outside to burn just a little.  Next time, I will trust that non-stick really means that it will not stick and see how that goes.  It tastes pretty good, though I can’t decide if it tastes like my Granny’s or not.  I’ll have another piece tomorrow and see.

I downloaded and installed ACT on my computer and cannot, no matter what I do, get the friggin’ thing to let me create a database which makes the program useless, so I uninstalled it.  I have an older version I could probably install but it had some issues with Outlook integration, so I’d rather have a newer one.

I finished the remainder of the laundry which included the duvet cover, pillow cases and the cat blanket.  I have to say, crawling into a freshly-made bed with clean, crisp sheets feels sooo nice and quite luxurious.  It’s almost like crawling into a hotel bed where she sheets are pulled down really tight and it just feels…new.

I popped onto Facebook for a minute and ended up watching some videos of Nikki Sixx’s band, Sixx:A.M. and then a live clip of Tori playing Tear In Your Hand.  I don’t know why, of all the music I’ve ever listened to, hers is, hands-down, the most emotionally evocative.  Just listening to certain songs, even now, when I don’t listen to her stuff that much, makes me feel sad or reminds me of a certain time in my life.  God, I wish I didn’t have such specific memories tied to so much of her music, because it makes it really hard for me to listen to a lot of it.

Sadly, my last remaining original fish – from the group I bought at Walmart a good while back – was acting strange yesterday and I found him dead, stuck to the filter, today.  God damned fish….it’s so depressing when they die. At least it wasn’t a mass-murder like when I bought about 12 small ones and they ALL died overnight.  I cried and cried and felt horrible for taking them from a healthy environment and murdering them all.  Thank God cats aren’t so easy to bump off.

Going to go read more of Eat, Pray, Love.  I’ve really enjoyed what I’ve read so far.  I feel, in many ways, a certain kinship to the writer and her search for happiness and feeling like she wanted out of her marriage and all that.  I’m just getting to the end of her time in Italy which is written in such detail that I can actually picture it as I’m reading, which is really cool.  I’m wondering if I’m going to be bored by the account of her time in India.  Guess we’ll find out soon enough.