We have a senile dog. Almost took him out myself the other morning. Seriously--he whined and moaned and went in and out just so that someone would get up and hang out. At 3:00 A.M.Well, more aptly, from 3 to 4 something, which is when I gave up and made coffee.
Then I ended up in Wal Mart. Twice. Before going to three different shoe stores only to be informed that there isn't a women's size 8 to be had within the lines of two counties. Seriously.
I think it's rather apparent that someone hasn't been taking her medicine...
Anyways, where was I? Oh, complaining, of course.
Did I mention that I tried to quit chess? I so hate losing. Don't really mind losing to the kiddo anymore because most people do lol. But everyone else...Of course, I'm stupid and decided to live in a power exchange relationship. Do I get to quit chess because I want to? Nope. I got assigned drills. Every damn day. Who does that??
I have fallen out of my exercise routine, and it's surprisingly difficult to get back into. Chess drills are exercise, right?
For a while, I was really going good with the inspiration and meeting his requirements...And now? Pft. I gots nothing. Except that I do wonder what kind of maniacal mind makes a woman who hates losing, do daily drills for a game that she's no good at...