Here it comes...

Yep, this week is a week of anticipation. I'm in the process of a massive redesign of my website, for starters. Also, I managed to start getting a scratchy throat, which I am anxiously awaiting in anticipation for it's timely demise.

Also, I am anxious that Naomi is coming home shortly, in a little over a week if memory serves. We have made tentative plans (by "we" I mean "I") to play cards and such. You see, Naomi is a special character. She brings out the "let's go out and do something fun" in me. Usually I'm content to sit at home and watch a movie or something. That's not always the best thing in the world to do. She tends to want to go do stuff. Elsewhere. Go to the park, kick ducks, maybe go get ice cream or coffee or coffee flavoured ice cream. She tends to have the influential ability to get me to get out of my comfort zone and do something productive. Which is nice.

For example. I had yesterday off from work, as I do every Wednesday. However, thanks to my hilarious prank of not stopping at a stop-sign right in front of a police cruiser, I had to use my day off to go downtown and get my ticket signed off on. I desperately wanted to avoid this because of past experiences. I just flat out didn't want to do it. So when Naomi called me, she was very sweet about asking me if I had done that yet, and of course I began to spew more excuses than Nixon, and then I felt it. The self-inflicted guilt-trip. The weird kind of self-infliction that is actually Naomi thinking that I should go downtown even if I don't want to, but she doesn't say it, but I know she's thinking it, then I feel guilty...

Yeah. So I did it. I went downtown with Josh and got my stuff taken care of, and to top it off, it really wasn't that bad. Just FYI, showing proof of insurance for a WPD ticket is much easier and faster than doing so for a Hi-Po ticket.

But, in the end, one thing still stands. My sore throat. I drank some Dr. Pepper this morning (which didn't help, but it tasted good and made me feel better; I'm so shallow) and ate an apple (which is definitely NOT nature's toothbrush) and now I'm working on my website whilst at work. I already transferred in all the new accessories, and cut out all the new price-tags, but I still have yet to face the formidable alliance of crickets and beetles in the back thanks to Mr. Ryan forgetting to let the backdoor close all the way last night. I may call in for backup on that one.

This post has exceeded the maximum limit of most peoples' attention span and will now close.