Sundries and Such

I am calling in the armed forces to tackle this post. I've got some post ideas on the back-burner at the moment, still in the "development" stage if you'll allow me to indulge that unearned writer's ego. Serious, I want to have those posted in the next few days.

At the moment, I've got some literal and metaphorical laundry to air:

• Moffatt child, please -- clean your room. I was toying with the idea of sharing photo evidence of the current state in which I live, but... I don't think I can bring myself to do it. I don't want to expose others to my comfortable squalor. It shall be erased.
• Eye exam: I had it done. Good news: I have a prescription for glasses that will restore complete vision while I am driving (aka. No more squinting at street signs!) Better news: There's nothing wrong with my eyes. Well, aside from the fact that my vision has decreased substantially over the past four years. What I mean is, the pain I am experiencing in my face is NOT a result of inner eye problems. Thank goodness. That's one more possible explanation scratched off the list, so, I'm gettin' somewhere. Even greater news: I can claim some of these new expenses for my taxes. WHOOO, I'm OLD AND CARE ABOUT TAX DEDUCTIONS, YEAH!
• I will start forcing myself to wake up before 8 AM. I know, I need out of the under-employment rut. I hate having an irregular schedule. I think it induces greater procrastination in me. I'm a morning person -- if I sleep past nine, I feel gross and unaccomplished. I know, I am insane. As the wise Arcade Fire put it: "Sleeping in is giving in/No matter what the time is" ("Rebellion (Lies)," Funeral)
• I will return to the regular gym schedule. I suspended myself from it because of various ailments, but, since they've all been reduced in scope, I figure it's safe to re-dedicated efforts toward the gym.

Umm.... alright, I think those are all the pressing issues at the moment. OH! No, I thought of another: I need a better diet. I've fallen off course again. I need to take a tough stance with myself once again. Perhaps, as a result, my face will stop hurting. Oh, I am excited at the prospect, trust me.

Hmm, I feel I need more queer content. Umm...... oh, well, the main reason for the gym is for Pride. I need to be awesome for my tank tops and for the ladies who just might catch a glimpse of me in said tank tops.

~ FIN ~