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First thought that I had was about this: Comic for Monday "Oh god it's Friday. WHY IS IT FRIDAY." This amused me for some reason.

Good. It's not more than four months since I blocked my credit card on the merest and faintest suspicion that I might have given the number to someone who shouldn't have it. It was an annoying wait for the new one but SO much better than not being able to trust my old one.

Oh, I remember playing Quake with different CDs for music soundtrack! My favourite was the soundtrack from The Sting -- a wonderful ragtime CD which made the game utterly hilarious. It was just so incredible running around shooting demons and blowing crap up with cheerful ragtime jazz playing as accompaniment.

I'll take it. Thanks. 9:42 a.m. CDT 20170904. It's been a few days since I tried my protein coffee. I gave it another shot this morning. I think that's the last shot I'll be giving it. It's given me an upset stomach. I hadn't eaten anything, but that usually doesn't make a difference with coffee, protein or not. And, stubborn-assed me, I'm not going to give it the courtesy of a Zofran or a Phenergan. It can sit down there and grumble all it wants—I'm not giving in. All you're getting is a simethicone gel-cap, jerk. Can you tell my mood is less than optimal? I don't know why. Could be the proximity to my grandmother's funeral. Could also be the footnote that my sister added to the funeral announcement that I saw after sending flowers (and after making pleas here) about, "In lieu of flowers, send donations to ...." Well, by God, she's my grandmother, and if I can't be at her funeral, then there's going to be some sort of physical presence from me (and @The Old Hack and anyone else who sent something—thank you!) there for her service! But I digress. Mrs. Prof has been trying to treat my depression with varying forms of chocolate. A shake, pudding, and most recently, brownies from Pizza Hut. I'm going to let her have the last brownie, just for her being nice. Gotta say it's perked me up a little bit, as long as I don't invoke a Zofran emergency. Earlier, I would have just brooded about the above two paragraph topics. With some theobromine in my system, I'm able to properly vent in the right directions. I think I'm going to go and get a regular cup of coffee now and see how my stomach handles it. EDIT: Regular coffee helped tremendously. Going back to toss the protein mix in the trash.

...just another manic Monday...

This one is a thing of beauty.