I am so pooped out tonight. Because of the whole lay-off situation, I'm working on a special project kind of thing, and it involves 100% manual labor all day long. My chubby little body is not used to that kind of thing, so I am just rendered. Plus, I had to wear the world's most uncomfortable (and expensive, ironically) boots, and my left ankle is all swollen up because they pinch me. *whine* If things are quiet around here for a few days, it's more than likely because I'm laying on the couch and can't get up for a day or two.
The other delightful thing Monday brought was a phone call from my mother just a few minutes ago. I've mentioned that I've pretty much disinherited her, as much as a child can do to a parent. I was more than a little surprised to see her name on the caller ID (thank God for that little gadget), and it turns out she needs my social security number for some documents regarding my grandmother's trust. Okay, fine. I e-mailed it. I guess that's one good thing about technology: you don't have to talk to anyone you don't want to talk to. Unless you're subpoenaed, of course.