there’s nothing to be said now, but in our silence we’re both aching to speak…

There’s mo’ money, mo’ problems, but less money also seems to have a good amt. of problems.
I’m trying to keep track of my spending a bit more – using mint.com or something isn’t working because I don’t have that immediate feedback, so in the tradition of the many fad diets my mom put me on until the age of 20, I’m going with making myself log every receipt on my google calendar daily so that I have a day by day total for each day of the calendar. It’s a calorie notebook for my finances – simple, old-fashioned, no linking to my various bank accounts required. I figure we’ll do that for two weeks & see:
a) where most of my cash is going
b) if having to log everything helps me develop a fiscal conscience.

Don’t get me wrong – I’m not gallivanting around town in the newest Jimmy Chu – for me, it’s a matter of buying this book here, or getting something to eat on the way home instead of waiting until I get home & making something. it’s the little $5 or $10 here & there that’s adding up for me in my totals, and I need to work on eliminating those as much as possible so I can put that money away instead.

Checkin’ off the list
Started off my lovely resolution to get everything done today by waking up two hours late. I went to the boathouse & realized I wasn’t going to get jack done in terms of a workout, so I just showered & headed down the street to the Starbucks which is either going to engrave my name on a chair, or kick me out one day for the amount of time I spend here and only buy one tea a day. (Fun fact from Kate: if you order a Venti tea & specify that you only want one teabag, you only pay the Grande price. ’cause lemme give you the down-low, if you leave the teabag in for three minutes instead of one, it’ll steep the same as if you’d had two in there. Just sayin’.)

However, I have managed to wrap up just about everything to do with oars & boats & get all my rowing ducklings in a row for the foreseeable future, which means that now I can start working on the stuff that actually pays me.

Starbucks observation:
I feel bad for little dogs. The ones that aren’t yippy, that is. A woman in front of me has a rather large purse that started moving & whining on its own & I realized “holy crap, there’s a small dog in there!’ But ya know, it’s hard enough to be a little dog in a big world, man – if I was stuck in some lady’s purse, I’d be pissed off about it too.
Unfortunately, this has given me the mental visual of a wee fluffy puppy using a small swiss army knife to cut through the mesh of the side weaving of that purse one string at a time when no one’s looking, and now I have to go to the bathroom before I bust out laughing for seemingly no reason.

Chutes & Ladders
On the one hand, have managed to get 2 of the 3 major points I needed done today, businesswise – this is progress, even if it means that I’ll still need to do more work when I get home. I might even go for bonus round & try to hit something for tomorrow and be a wee bit ahead on how far I am behind. On the other, just got an email from my coach reaming my ass for not completely adhering to my training plan for last week. :sigh: ten of one, half a dozen of the other…

Time to go home before Starbucks closes & they have to kick me out. I think it’s safe to say eight hours in the one spot is well on long enough in one spot – home again, jiggedy jig!

Music: Stolen – Julie Moffitt