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Friday, March 07, 2008

Refill prescription. Picket if necessary. No one should have to go three whole days without something with a half-life of twelve hours just because the pharmacy likes to fax and the doctor only checks voice mail.

Call theater in SF to see if we left either my cell phone or Phil's prescription eyeglasses in front row. It's been two weeks, and it's the only place left we haven't inspected visually.

Start taking proper notes and get clearer labels on Logan's radish seed experiment pots. There are a million tiny sprouts and HE'S supposed to be counting and watering, not I, which is a pain as science project deadlines and procedures rarely take into effect joint custody schedules.

Did I mention the prescription? Because it's hard to think about anything else at the moment.

Find out if anyone's even looked at my car at the body shop yet. Ditch the Hyundai, stat.

Take Phil to get a loaner car. Tonight. I love you baby, but driving you to work thirty miles each was is fine for two days, tops. Today is Day Number Two.

Be nice to daughter when she inevitably asks help in decorating her new Bitty Bobble Trio birthday present. The sooner you do it, the sooner it's done. Also, it will be good meditative practice for the Build-A-Bear workshop at the mall on Sunday.

Stop fooling around and get ass to Safeway.

Gail said on...
03.07.08 at 04:57 PM |

2 weeks without your cell phone!! I would feel naked. Any luck?