Boring grown-up things.

I've been very responsible today.

I called and paid off my little-but-maxed credit card- they never sent me a bill and I wanted it cleared before I head out of town again. That means burning man is paid for. Yay. I also paid rent yesterday. I also found a clinic to go to (the two last doctors offices I've been to have closed. Huh.) and made two doctors appointments this month. One is tomorrow morning to get my lower spine/tailbone checked out, since I still have shooting pain from falling on Friday, and another for a regular ol' physical, for which I'm overdue. Hoo-ray for health insurance. I'm going to a clinic specifically for women, which I think is cool. I feel a little like I'm being a wussy hypochondriac about the back thing, but I'd rather know what's up. What the hell, it's what insurance is for, and I've woken up in pain for four days. So, yah. Between the storm and the pain, I decided to skip derby practice. I could rationalize that away as responsible too. Just try me.

Now if we took the car in and paid for the tabs and stuff, we'd get shiny gold stars for being grown ups. Or something.

We're taking advantage of the storm and watching really horrible "horror" movies on a Halloween dvd from the dollar bin at Target. Sweet. The fact that I'm in the other room journalling instead of watching is a testament to their captivating level of quality.

Edit:
Yep, just bruised up. Hooray!