1. Every morning I have either Oatmeal or Cream of Wheat for breakfast. Every. single. morning. I am peeved because I don't know whether to put salt or sugar on it to make it a tad bit more palatable. I know it's missing something. I've conducted experiments - sprinkled half the bowl with sugar, and the other half with salt. I can NEVER remember which it is that I like. I know that I do come to a decision, but by the next morning, I've forgotten. So I eat it semi-tasteless again, because in order to do the taste test again, I'd have to get up from the table and get the sugar, and I'm far too lazy for that action.
2. The fact that I keep forgetting to take pain pills.
3. The fact that I succeed at a goal, and then quit. Walking 10,000 steps? Done. Quit. It would behoove me to continue walking 10,000 steps a day, because if I did so, I wouldn't have to do any other exercise. 10,000 steps is perfect maintenance. Plant beautiful garden? Quit when it comes time to harvest. Make my first goal weight? Done. Zero interest in making the second goal weight, which is a mere more 10 pounds. Zero caring. Write brilliant and witty posts? Do so, but put them in draft status, cause I'm bored with it. Also that it can simmer in my brain, and I can add what I originally started the post for, cause I always forget the original intent. But once I've written the first draft, I forget about it, and I've got eleventy hundred sitting there waiting for me to do the spell checking, and I just don't post them. And when and if I do? I always forget to do the spell-check.
4. That fact that "what comes around, goes around (what goes around, comes around) is biting my butt in the most painful way possible. By nature of my son.
5. That whole animal cruelty show obsession I have. It's sick. Just really sick.
6. The birth certificate I have to have in order to get my California ID so that I can take it to the San Francisco Housing Authority, so I can then move? I sent the damn thing to Idaho Vital Statistics. With a 'Rush' on it, paying extra. For some reason, Idaho Vital Statistics didn't see fit to 'Rush' it back to me with my check, when they discovered a problem, so I've lost another 3 weeks or so.
Seems I was born in Washington...
...not Idaho.
That is all. That is enough.
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Jacob Poems
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