full of moxie and viscosity

Sometimes bull t-shirts make everything better, and sometimes they do not. Tonight, I am wearing a VERY smart looking yellow bull t-shirt but yet:

my computer is still freaking out on me (no matter how many updates i download, no matter how many times i restart, no matter how many damn temporary internet files i delete... it is still crashing... AND gmail won't load? why? just to make me feel even more insane)

my novel is still in the shitter (i had a major breakthrough, however: i can have it be in both second and first person! it's brilliant! it may turn into a series of short stories. i think it makes more sense that way) but at least I'm writing it again

I still have no money... however, I am still planning a trip to Los Angeles for this coming weekend and therefore have decided to spend this week with my gramma and with Eleanor cleaning houses and doing projects. I still have to call Eleanor but Grams is all for it.

I must send my baby Merc into the shop tomorrow for repairs. Merky, you'll be fixed up in no time. Don't you fret.

And lastly, (this is not a bad one, this is actually pretty good) the New Year's Resolution to keep my skin from being self-sliced for the rest of the year is going swimmingly. I have to admit to a little bit of indulgence because I really can't resist sometimes, but I have made a VERY conscious effort to remain off the boobies and so the majority of the attacks have been elsewhere. Nothing serious, no real wounds. I'm doing the Best That I Can. It's workin.