Took yesterday off to go doctoring with K. She was getting some more tests for her vertigo. Fortunately, her new doctor was way better than the last few and her latest diagnosis has us feeling really positive. After that, we did some food shopping, then watched way too much cable and ate some pizza. Oh, and we finally broke down and put the air conditioners in.

I've got to say two days off in one week is definitely the way to go.

Did I mention that I quit my fitness regime at the end of July? Yeah... and it's starting to show. I'm not sure exactly how much damage the last two months have done though because the battery in our cheap digital scale fused itself into its housing and even after K. successfully pried it out, the scale was uninterested in new energy sources.

Now that the weather has cooled off, I'm thinking about starting up the walking to and/or from work again. I think I'll test that interest by walking to the bar tonight after work.

In my irrational drive to sabotage the writing of my novel, I've started making notes on a new novel. It's almost, but not quite a sequel (set in the same world, but with few of the same characters). I get a real rush out of that pure invention of new scenes and characters. It's so much more fun than the hard work of fleshing out those scenes and making them work. I know I can do it, because I've done it before, but I keep not doing it. I remember at one point in my twenties thinking that I could generate tons of story ideas while I was young and then labor over actually writing them later when I was older, but that idea seems crazy now. In a lot of ways, I was a better writer in my mid-20s than I am in my late-30s.

On the barely bright side, I realized this morning that I've been slipping into a depression for the past few weeks. That could potentially be useful because during my periods of anhedonia, my usual distractions become worthless and I sometimes find it a bit easier to focus my mind on things that need to be done.

I want the weekend to be here now!!!

Saturday, I get to go see The Hulk. Then I get to see my favoritest favorite band Tullycraft at the Barbary.

And then, just when it can't get any better, I go down to Washington DC on Sunday to see Tullycraft AGAIN, this time with two other bands I love opening for them: The Sprites and From Bubblegum to Sky. Speaking of which, has anyone ever been to the Red and Black in DC?

Dude, this weekend is going to be so great, I might even bake some cupcakes just to push it totally over the top...

Strange dreams last night. The logic of them has already faded and the images are almost gone as well. But I remember that in one of them I was masterminding some sort of heist and my gang of criminals were extremely whiney. In another I think I was instructing a woman how to win back her husband with the sort of vaguely wholesome seduction techniques you might see in a Doris Day comedy.

I blame the sudden change in the weather.