Ew?

Why the hell can't I fall asleep? I never have this problem unless there's something big and exciting happening in the morning. And there's not. But even though I got up early, didn't nap, had no caffeine late at night, and was so tired I thought about going to bed before Make Me a Supermodel...and yet, no sleep. WTF, brain/body?

I was watching Good Eats. Then Throwdown with Bobby Flay came on, and I didn't bother to change the channel, so I learned all about how to make fish and chips. Now, Wolfgang Puck is on, and listening to this accent is making me miss my grandfather. Though I can't remember Opa ever talking about how to steam bok choy.

(My grandfather used to say that he liked to listen to Henry Kissinger give speeches, because he was the only polititian who didn't speak with an accent.)

I should get to sleep, too. I don't have anything I need to do tomorrow before 12:30, but I need to clean my apartment and pack my suitcase before leaving for spring break, so I ought to do some of that in the morning.

Yeah, my sleep habits have been crazy lately. Kind of been operating on awake for eight hours, asleep for six hours, repeat, with occaisional bouts of either awake or asleep for twenty hours. No clue what's up, but I thought all my new medications were supposed to fix this. (Though it could help if I tried a bit harder to observe a schedule and stick to the plan of no lights after dinner and no TV after midnight.)

Yeah, I saw you posted, Hil, and I was like "goodness, woman, that's WAY too late for the east coast! It's almost time for the morning crew!"

I made dinner for people last night. I made healthy dinner. Spinach salad with pear and almonds, and dressing I made. And quinoa with black beans, stoplight peppers (red/yellow/green), onion, avocado, and feta. It was delicious, and I felt good about eating it.

If I have all this time, why am I not eating healthy like that every day? I'm ridiculous.

Spinach salad with pear and almonds, and dressing I made. And quinoa with black beans, stoplight peppers (red/yellow/green), onion, avocado, and feta. It was delicious, and I felt good about eating it.

Oooh, that sounds yum.

I'm watching a video on the Times website about a music teacher in the Bronx who's from Ireland and is teaching the kids Irish dance. A few of these kids are really good, at least to my knows-nothing-about-Irish-dance eye. [link] Though in most of the close-ups of their feet, I want to tell half these kids to tie their shoes before they trip over the laces and break their legs. (I was kind of amused by the article, where several of the mothers of these mostly Hispanic kids were saying things like, "I tried for years to get him to learn Salsa, and he refused. Now, he'll practice Irish dance for hours a day?" Stuff from Somewhere Else is just about always more exciting than stuff from wherever you're from.)

Anyone here worked as an independent contractor?

I have - communications/PR/web industry, tho. I agree with Vortex... nothing is better than a good accountant. AND some really good organizing software as well. You should track travel expenses (mileage separate), supplies, equipment, subscriptions - anything related to your job that you pay for.* Even if you're reimbursed for something. And payments by client, if you have multiple clients.

• accountant still won't let me deduct shoes or office clothes. RUDE. Nurses and private care staff can deduct scrubs, though.

Damn, Tep. That's one lucky ass boy you have. Mmm. Pi.

The Pi Pie is actually for my co-workers, not The Boy. Although if there's any Pi Pie leftover at the end of the day (ha ha ha), I'll bring it home for him.

"I tried for years to get him to learn Salsa, and he refused. Now, he'll practice Irish dance for hours a day?"

I keep hearing this in Paul's mother's voice from Mad About You.

Actually, I keep hearing it in Jamie's voice from the time she did Paul's mother's voice for the thing about "Isabella Rossellini can't push her own elevator button?" because for some reason that episode WILL NOT fade from my memory.

Actually, I keep hearing it in Jamie's voice from the time she did Paul's mother's voice for the thing about "Isabella Rossellini can't push her own elevator button?" because for some reason that episode WILL NOT fade from my memory.

OMG. We are brain-sharing. I've had the same ep in my head for MONTHS.

The Boy is peeling and chopping taters, having looked on the interbunny for a tater tot recipe. He's currently making me tater tots while I watch Lost.

SO sweet. Can I borrow him?

Dylan gave me the plague, so I'm at home today curled up with a big glass of water and lots and lots of Tylenol. Maybe if I'm feeling better by this afternoon I'll attempt to celebrate Pi Day.