I have decided to follow the advice of our President, W., and go it alone.  W. goes it alone in matters of world policy, so I will go it alone in keeping up the LGT blogs page.  Obviously, my cohorts have been sold into slavery rings and I am the only one left to get the day-to-day mental meanderings of LGT members into cyberspace for the world and posterity.

Ah, so this morning started out badly.  I went to the Travis County Tax Collector’s Office (that’s Ms Nelda Wells Spears, or Nelda for those of you on a first name basis), with my form signed by Tim and myself for the title transfer for my car.  (I now OWN my car and need the get the stinking bank’s name off the title!)  I’d called to make sure I got the right form and everything.  Well of course, I drive all the way over there, wait for my name to be called and it turns out we signed the wrong line!  There is a line that only has space for one signature, then one that has space for two signatures.  Since it’s a joint title, I signed that space.  Wrong!  We were supposed to somehow squeeze our signatures onto the one line.  So I have to go through all this trouble again!  I could have pummeled somebody on the way out from that office! 

Then I get to work and my day brightens a bit:  there’s a huge gift certificate to Vespaio from my boss to wish me Happy Admin Professionals Day!  So that makes up for the shitty morning, I ‘spose:) 

And because it was 10:45 by the time I got to contemplate coffee, I have decided today will be the day I quit completely.  I down to only about a quarter of a cup anyway, so it was probably all placebo effect at this point.  I’m frightened of a life without caffeine, particularly coffee, but Tim has assured me that, “it feels great to get the monkey off your back.  Even if it is a good-smelling, great tasting monkey.”  I’m sure he’s right.  I mean, I’ve kicked cigarettes, caffeine should be easy as pie, right?!

Mr. Bill and I auditioned together for a play last night.  We only read with each other, every single time.  I think the director is thinking of us as a package deal.  Like, “Get two LGT members for the price of one!”  Seriously, though, folks, keep your fingers crossed for us.  It’s always a blast to act onstage with Bill.  (Although you have to really control your giggle-fits!)