I don’t really have much to post right now, I’m just posting to post.

Last night I got a call back from Jane, the old friend calling me about the Morrissey concert. (I knew that’s why she was calling! Call me Pam, PI.) So I told her I couldn’t go because of work and money, and then after I got off the phone with her, I got all excited and thought to myself, “screw the iPod, go see Morrissey” and so I tried to call her back and there was no answer and now I’m ambivalent about it again but in four days maybe she’ll call me back and I’ll say “naaah, I can’t go” again and then the whole cycle will go on and on and on.

Maybe I should just spend the money on stuff for the house. The clutter is really getting to me, and we’re going to have visitors in a few weeks. I wish I could build shelves, I wish I knew how, I would be a shelf-building tornado right now. Unfortunately, I have a feeling they’d look exactly like shelves built by someone without a clue (or power tools) so I should give up on that idea for now. If I could just get stuff into closets, then I’ll feel better.

The other day, I got a cute shelf from Target for under $8 that I was going to put the shadowbox thing I made with my London marathon stuff. I was going to put the shelf up, put the shadowbox on it along with my two marathon pint glasses and from the hooks below the shelf, I was going to hang all of my medals. But as George and I were attempting to put it up, we discovered the sheetrock in the bedroom is quite thin, and not up to supporting a shelf. So instead of a shelf, there is a nickel-sized hole. At least I had a picture to cover it. Sigh. So now shelf is sitting in corner, as I am sure it will remain for quite a while.

The whole point of this shelf was to clear things (i.e., shadowbox) off wire rack in bedroom so I could take said wire rack downstairs and utilize more effectively in closet area by back door. But nooooooo.

Sigh. After work tonight, and before dance class, I’m going to do something drastic. We have too much crap!!!

Speaking of dance class, and the shimmy, it’s a shoulder shimmy. A booby-shaking shimmy. Must wear good sports bra to dance class tonight. Fortunately, we’re going to be doing more tap tonight,
so the shimmy might not be an issue. Might have more time to practice shaking my shoulders.