Sidetracked

[copied from dland]

I was going to talk about the whole Dakota Fanning thing, but I just don't have the energy. Morons are just going to keep on being morons, no matter what. Do they really believe that a child was raped for a movie? Probably not. So what makes it any of anyone's business? Don't like it? Don't see the movie. Case closed.

Okay, so I did talk about it. Having trouble staying on track today.

Had the kind of day where I just kept getting one thing done after another, all the laundry done and put away, eyebrows waxed, supermarket, cleaners, all kinds of crap. Cleaned out the refrigerator. Did every single conceivable exercise in my plan, both in the gym and at home. I even did Walk Away the Pounds for five minutes to see how it felt on my knee. Felt fine. That's still the best aerobic exercise for me to do; for some reason, it doesn't exhaust me or put too much strain on any particular muscle area or body part.

R went in to work in the morning and came here after; she and K are out at the moment picking up dinner (Mexican food) so I've got a chance to write. We went a few places, including to see K at work (more to buy things at K's store), but we skipped the mall, since by Saturday afternoon the mall is not a place you want to go unless you're already there. I had wanted to go to the make-up store with R since I think it wouldn't hurt her to get started on some grown-up make-up and I'd help her out a bit, but it was just too crowded. So I'm going to go after school on Monday with the Sibs, which should be fun.

Ah, dinner's here.


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