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Stuck on dialup again. This is the third day in a row that the DSL's been out, and I'm starting to get positively volcanic about it. I spent close to an hour on hold to talk to a tech, and got told that everything was just dandy.

And it was. Right up till I hung up the phone and sat down. It let me log into Yahoo mail, and THEN it died again.

Idiots.

At any rate, I'm here, albeit slow. Limping _very_ badly today; I'm not sure what I've done to it, but my left knee (the bad one) is absolutely SCREAMING at me. Getting into my hose was ... interesting. Toppling over with both legs tangled in nylon is not a particularly fun thing. If I can ever get a real computer chair, the chair I'm in now will go into my bedroom... that'll simplify things a bit. *looks around and sighs* All dressed up and nowhere to go.

Moving on...
My current projects here in SoulKiller Central are ambitious:

• All of the money my family will give me on my birthday in a couple weeks is going into the Ellie Wants A Dishwasher fund.
I found a solid unit at Sears that's not too pricey. THIS ONE. I'm hoping I can draft my Da into helping me install the thing, provided I can gather the fundage. I'm no longer able to stand in place long enough to do the dishes, and I've had zero luck in begging/bellowing/pleading/badgering/grovelling Megan into doing even one load of the dirty dishes. With dishes stacked everywhere, it's impossible to use the kitchen for anything more complex than microwaving something simple... which means I'm still not eating properly _OR_ regularly, and having zilch luck losing weight. I may be stuck here for a bit more, and I simply cannot handle the kitchen mess any longer. So instead of going clothes shopping and catching up on my therapy bills, I'll be trying to buy an appliance. Woot, or something. Wish me luck, pray for me, whatever.

Or not. Either way, that's my goal.



• I've also got mortar and tile in the trunk of the Saturn, and will be teaching myself the fundamentals of laying a tile floor sometime in the next few days.
There're knee pads there, too, so hopefully it'll be a manageable task. I'm tired of living in a house that looks like a bomb's gone off in. Megan doesn't know it yet, but sometime in the next week ALL of her laundry, currently piled out here beside my desk, is going to get moved to her bed. I'm tired of looking at it, and I want my chair back.

Time to make some changes. I just hope I've still got enough will to do what's needed. It should be noted that this is _NOT_ an understated plea for donations; this is simply the laying out of my plans in a forum where I can get at them again, and hopefully keep my head in order. Granted, I've long since swallowed my pride and will cheerfully accept things given to me, but that's a different matter. I -think- I can swing all this on my own.

I hope.