Turns out I'm more or less healthy. A bit overweight (a problem I'm trying to correct--I've given up fries and ice cream now, and have sworn to go to the HealthPlex with Mom and Grandma every week) and the creepy doctor gave me some Claritin for my already-poor sinuses. I didn't like him. He couldn't figure his computer out, and he had nose hair down to his upper lip and hair growing out of his ears. EWW.

And we signed up for a kayak class at Lake Rim. I always liked kayaking; it'd be a good way to build upper-body strength, and a good way to keep cooled down (it's still very hot here).

I fetched some things from the house--notebooks, the Highlander DVD with Roger on it, Tommy, a shirt, a calendar, and my art set.

After I dig up enough for a ginger ale and gummy bears, I might go to the gas station. Finding out I'm about 30 pounds heavier than I thought I was depresses me, and I have to avoid the bloody refrigerator (my problem, I think, is that I'm a nervous eater, and often nibble whenever I'm stressed, which is more than you'd think for someone who spends her day at home pondering the problems of the universe--so I figure if I spend the day away from the fridge and the ramen and all that and exercise and drink more water, I should be on my way to health).