dictation's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- plastic on the furniture An inevitable part of getting myself to the gym includes procrastination. I wake with the best of intentions only to dawdle and do other things (like wash socks, or more likely eat and watch a movie). [Attempting to repair the bathroom fan by myself was a mistake. A piece of the ceiling came off with the fan cover (f'ing contractors). My plaster job is rather comical. Out of the blue (after the fan) I noticed my computer keyboard needed cleaning. Half an hour and a dozen cutips soaked in alcohol later, I managed to extricate old food and dust out of the crevices. How soup or chili got stuck between s and d is beyond me. It took me ten minutes to get that crud out. (Amazing how this activity is still preferable to the elliptical machine.) Martha Stewart wouldn't approve of the Saran Wrap that now covers my keyboard but I'll be damned if I have to go through that again. (Typing is a bit of a challenge.) 5:36 p.m. - 27 June 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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