This is Not a Catchy Title

Why is it doing the exact same thing one day is so energizing, and the next is the most boring fucking thing imaginable? A lot of work has come my way in recent days and yesterday I was so happy to have something exciting to do. Today I continue where I left off and it's all I can do to stay awake. I'm in one of those caffeine-crash-like hazes and can't seem to shake myself out of it.




Called the county today, hopefully they can do something about all the crap happening in this neighborhood. The HOA certainly doesn't seem to mind that there's been a dumpster parked in someone's front yard for a few months, a house blowing apart, porta-johns all over the place and now someone living in a camping trailer on a cleared lot. We didn't have this many issues in our last house; and that was in a low-income neighborhood full of rednecks.

Talked to the vet today. They are going to be weaning yellow dog off of the diazapam. We are going to be taking her downtown to a specialist that will be doing MRIs and such and trying to come up with a more permanent pain management therapy that won't turn her into an addict. I have wondered though... if it's something that she's going to be on the rest of her life anyway, what difference does it make if she's addicted? I'm sure there's some reason, some adverse side effect, but I don't know what it is. Guess I should ask next time.

I don't know what's up with me this week, maybe it's the lower dosage nicotine patches, but I have got the munchies constantly (and that's why I started the diet at the same time!).

Is it just me, or has the web lost most of it's appeal? Maybe after 12 years of surfing (I was actually at some user group meetings when the WWW was still a concept trying to gain acceptance from the user community) I've finally gotten used to having a world of information at my fingertips and have exhausted most everything of any entertaining value.

.. or maybe it's just spring/cabin fever.

This Grand Canyon trip planning is starting to get tedious. I really expected a better turn-out for this trip than what there has been. I'm going on this trip no matter what, but the idea of traveling on bike without another biker along in case of trouble (mechanical or otherwise) leaves something to be desired. I'm sure there will be someone (at least my friend Chris) tagging along.

Having the burden of planning the entire trip including all mandatory (rest/fuel/food/motel/campground) stops as well as optional (tourist) stops, only to have someone come along later that needs to change them (doesn't have the fuel range, has a back problem and needs more frequent stops, wants to spend a day with aunt Gertrude, etc) is almost as depressing as going alone.

It seems the solution to all of this is to find a hot, non-skanky, non-bitchy biker chic (as in, she has her own bike).. and those, my friends, make the ever-elusive single bisexual college co-ed living next door in search of a couple *exactly like you* look as common as tassels at a titty bar.