what to say?

I feel like I should update, I owe that to those who stop by on a regular basis. But today, nothing profound is springing to the forefront. I'm at a loss for something witty. Alas, alack.

But we are told in Emma that we may share "either one thing very clever, be it prose or verse, original or repeated--or two things moderately clever-- or three things very dull indeed," so I feel safe in reporting three things very dull indeed.

The first dull thing I have to share is that I haven't been sleeping well. This is nothing new, but it is getting rather old. I've had a sort of insomnia for years now. It comes and goes. And when it comes, I'll spend several nights not being able to fall into deep sleep. The result is a "waking up" every 45-60 minutes. I never get to REM sleep and never get good rest. My body fights sleeping aides, so taking a pill is worse than not. If I was just wide awake, I could find things to occupy my time: I would read, watch movies, work on my novel, and so on. But since I almost fall asleep, I suffer from a total waste of the hours. Pathetic, isn't it?

The second dull thing... let me think for a moment. Oh yes, I know it now. I am baking a pizza. I've got to the brilliant decision that ordering pizza and having it delivered (even going to pick it up) is just too costly. There is no sense in spending $15 on a pizza for one person. And the gas it takes to go pick up a $5 pizza (at Little Caesars) is not worth it, plus I'm not a huge fan of their pizza. So I've started buying pizzeria style, bake-at-home pizzas. I'm picky about which ones (like I won't eat Papa Murphy's because it makes me sick). Tonight I'm trying a PizzAmore. It will be ready in 12 minutes.

The final dull thing? Well, let me see. It should be something devastatingly dull. I've got it! There is algae in my fish tank, so much algae that it is too much for my little fish and must be dealt with. This means I'm going to have to change the water shortly. My fish find 50% changes (which is what I'll have to do) rather distressing. Poor fishes!

Well, there you have it. I have satisfied the requirements. Hopefully Miss Woodhouse will accept my offerings... and I hope you will as well!