Blumen fur die Damen

My stomach took it's revenge in the wee hours of the morning, in protest of being filled with mass amounts of cookie dough after being so good and eating lots of vegetables lately (it was probably a rude awakening that it's owner is still a glutton) so I woke up and slugged back a large glass of Alka-Seltzer then fell back asleep.

When I woke up at the regular alarm time it wasn't that much better- not well enough to eat any breakfast- but well enough to make it into work where I clocked in and spent the next 10-15 upstairs in the 11th floor bathroom.
Yeah- it's the little details that make this journal so charming.

Walked through downtown at noon, past masses of Japanese tourists and White oldsters laden with cruise ship canvas totes gawking at the library (yeah, it's cool.), to the credit union where the nicest lady explained to me in detail and didn't laugh when I asked what surely must be the dumbest questions about interest rates and explainations of terms.

I also found out that my credit union has a FREE financial advisor!!! You learn something new (and sometimes valuable) everyday. And now I technically have no credit card debt- still debt but NOT at anywhere near the interest rates I was paying before. DAMN it feels good to send MBNA off a check for the balance.

Copying two of Mr. S's box sets- The Complete Adventures of the Style Council. Mmmm Paul Weller...
and Clash on Broadway Mmm Joe Stummer and Paul Simonon. I mean.. LOOK at them... purr...

I think I'm going to stare at this picture until I can picture them making out with each other. *evil grin*