ok, time to bore you a bit more... actually, I should be driving to the court or going to sleep, but I'm sort of in limbo in my head so I'll ramble on while Earth: Final Conflict distracts me...

good distraction... twelve minutes just passed...

ok, so I found the dang tickets and faxed insurance card and of course the ticket was dated 12/8 which means it's about 35 days, five past the thirty day period so I'm late and the computer (yes, THE computer) is doing it's thing and marking me a soon to be suspended driver... I shall get to the court this week...

well, I should...

ok, I am calling the court as I write (the TV show is over so I'm less distracted)... naturally, I am on hold... so while I am on hold I will type in some of the writing (most of it will probably end up in candora cuz some of it is kinda mushy, but then, some may be for elsewhere... as with all the ramblings and rhymes in the pipe {not yet typed or uploaded}, we shall see where it belongs when it gets there) that I did at work last night... unfortunately, I do not always have access to a computer at work and they do not allow laptops (long dumb story for another time), so I wrote by hand and do not have a scanner so... I'll be back when real life in the form of a voice on the phone interrupting the musak comes on...

ok, we're back... the nice lady on the phone says I won't die if I wait until Friday and the late fee of $16 per ticket will still be $16 per ticket on Friday so I'll do my best to motivate myself to get down there Friday after work and pay the man (as in the MAN, big brother and the holding company)... and I'll sign up for driving school and try to actually get there this time (last time I didn't quite figure out how to take the course since I couldn't seem to find a place to go and didn't have a VCR to do it by tape and didn't have a decent internet connection to do it online and who'da thought it would be so complicated, but of course poverty makes everything more complicated, in case you rish folk didn't know, and I was much much poorer the last time I got a ticket and since I am poor now, you don't want to imagine)...

ok, so the frustration is almost all gone cuz once there is a solution, no matter how I do not particularly want to do what must be done, there's not much point in frustration anymore... will I get to sleep early enough to wake up early enough to get to the gym?... or will I give into the hunger pangs I am feeling and eat something and stay awake a while and skip another night?... knowing I may skip Friday cuz I'll be awake at the court all morning and probably do lunch will Sally when I get back?... or will I satisfy the writing jones and therein at least deal with one of my addictions (writing) and find patience to take this getting back in shape road slowly (which is probably more sensible for this body) and indulge a taste bud or too (tingling with excitement at the thought) and take care of business (and be all responsible... shheeeesh... I hate being a grown up) and whatever...

I like what I wrote last night...

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