Sometimes I look at this blank CGI form, with a mind just as blank, wondering what on earth was meant to go here, what made me start up an entry. The title blank sits there, asking me to bestow a name to the ranblings of the day.
     As often happens in my personal life, the day is slowed down agonizingly by my lack of motivation. There is so much that needs doing, and I haven't been doing much of it, despite the fact that it's actually enjoyable, pulling my beloved maps off the wall and lovingly folding them, tabbing back the exposed tape so that it won't assault anything in the box.
     Guy downstairs is primping his blue biplane again. Don't blame him. If I had a biplane, not even as nice a one as he has, I'd be out there washing and waxing and vacuuming too.
     Took a close look at it; he pointed out that it was built for stunt flying, so there isn't much to it in the comfort department. Both front and rear positions have gauges, but I couldn't tell if the front had a stick or not.
     If I ever work up the courage, I will ask him if Rebar can have a ride next time he goes up. I know this is something Rebar would like very, very much.

     The TV is playing while I am doing my thing. Ya know, when Xena, Warrior Princess first began, I was very impressed with the historical accuracy and the level of research the makers of it went to. Hahahahaha, well that was a looooong time ago. The thing has become stupider and more insulting with every passing year. I just saw an episode where Gabrielle is whopped in the head and hallucinatorily sent to what looks like a very cheesy 70s sitcom involving being an amnesiac mermaid, married to a power mad manipulator, and mother of three sea-mutant offspring. It was horrible, I mean truly horrendous. Every weekend it seems I stumle over this program, and watch it all of five minutes before getting too irritated to continue. I really used to like Xena and Gabrielle, but they aren't very likeable anymore, and the stories are gross. Ewww!