The can is there to hold in the Spam

I am simply ravenous and I have no idea why. I had a bowl of hamburger helper stroganov for breakfast, and then a personal-sized pizza for lunch and then six pieces of chicken (with a yummy spicy breading) for dinner. And I'm still peckish. Esurient, even.

Isn't it ironic? Don'tcha think?

So. Just after deciding that I could budget going a little crazy on Ashland stuff (literally just after, like that evening when I returned from work) I found out that insurance was going to cover a whole lot less of the sleep study than I had expected. Around a thousand dollars less. So that'll be exciting.
In other breathing news, last night I slept through the whole night for the first time since I hooked myself up to the machine.
I had a rare sighting of the Blue Haired Angie this weekend. At least I'm pretty sure I did--it was dark.

I like to watch things on TV

So yesterday was spending hours in the library researching and then doing the thing stupid people do where you start to read, then you read more, then you search for more, the whole time inside you is the rising thought "Holy God how can I ever know enough to write authoritatively on this subject? I need to check out all 2454524345234 of these books and read them all and then memorize them and then *maybe* I could write this without looking stupid screw it that's way too much work I'm just going to go home and watch television."

So today is a no research day. So far I've spent about two hours fiddling with my music collection--editing mp3 tags so they say 'Lemvo, Ricardo' rather than 'Ricardo Lemvo' and moving files from the 'Various Artists' folder into their actual artists' folders.