We have precious few sunny and warm days left. We shouldn't be having any now, but for the past four days we've been having clear, bright days with highs in the '60's. I broke out my coat because we had a cold spell the past two weeks, but I really shouldn't've needed it these past four days because it's been so warm.
But the weathermen said that there was going to be a change starting yesterday (Wednesday), and not only are the days of '60's over, but they might be gone for the rest of the year, and even the season. That gave me the incentive to go out and complete the mini-project I started a couple weeks ago: re-painting the vertical grooves on the shed that could use a new coat. I guess I could, you know, paint the whole shed. But I know I only want to do one thing at a time when I hate that thing, and re-painting the grooves on the shed is, to me, different than re-painting the flat panels between the grooves on the shed.
The forecast called for rain today, so I believed Tuesday was the last good day of the year to go out and do it. Besides, these days have been lovely, and since we're getting into the teeth of winter, being outside, especially at a time of year when it's sunny and yet it's not so hot that you don't sweat, is a good thing to do.
So what did I do all day? Well, because I'm still hung over from Daily Saving Time ending, I woke up a little past noon. I went to my laptop, but strange thing, I have this pile of mail I have on my chair that I keep putting on my bed whenever I want to work, and I put it back on the chair when I want to hop into bed. Like I say, it's weird.
Anyway, on top of this pile of mail is my Grandmother's health insurance bill. She's my Grandmother; she's not supposed to be getting bills because she's on Medicare. I promised her I would talk to whoever I needed to talk to in order to clear this up. But I got the run-around -- health insurance company, then my Grandmother's translator/advocate, then the clinic -- before finally being told that she was incorrectly billed because, get this, the Medicare number they had was off by a number. These fucking guys were going to send this bill for a battery of tests my Grandmother endured, tests done way back in August, to collections in a week if she didn't pay. And all because of an incorrect digit. Fuck my life.
I was so winded by the realization all this drama started over a wrong number that ... well, I don't know what I did. I guess I was exhausted, but I think I hopped onto the Internet. What exactly I did I don't remember, and I'm kicking myself for it. There were some productive things I should've done, but I know I didn't do them. Instead, I remember doing at least two things: 1) looking at porn, because I shut off my laptop after I went into the bathroom and rubbed one out; and 2) maintaining my work on Mafia Wars, Mobsters, Overdrive, Green Spot and Green Planet on both facebook and MySpace.
Anyone ever lose track of time while they're on the Internet? I do it all the time, but today, even though Tuesday may have been the last truly good day for the next four months, all I could do was stare at my laptop. It was a visual addiction; I couldn't look away nor break myself free from it. And when it was all over, it was, I think, 3. I wanted to do this at around noon.
Moreover, Grandmother sent me out to buy her some stuff. So, with the fading light of the sun, my need for coffee just before my parents come home and with very little time I gave myself for chores, I ran out and bought groceries for Grandmother, then came home and painted for, like, a half-hour -- I re-painted the grooves of one of the doors on the shed -- before my early-evening joe.
I was so pissed off at myself yesterday. I blew my last perfect chance of doing something I knew I needed to do for a long time within a physical environment that was both conducive to completing this task and beautiful enough to enjoy as is. And I stayed inside jerking off.
At least I had yesterday (Wednesday), sort of. I was able to spend 90 minutes getting the rest of the grooves re-painted. It was clouding up, however, and the wind picked up, and an hour after I finished it started raining. Well, it could be worse; I fully intend on starting to paint the rest of the shed, and I just hope to do that when it's not snowing and freezing outside. But I still keep figuratively hitting myself in the head over Tuesday. It was 69 degrees then, almost 70 -- in November! Why did I pass up such a great opportunity?
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