Zipcar gave me $0.08, for some reason. I don't know what's up.
Blah: the credit union does not have a way to export transaction history to budget software. I only use the credit union accounts for my student loans, pretty much, so there's not much going on there (direct deposit the amount needed for loan, automatic debit for the loan), but it's still annoying to have to, you know, input 4 transactions/month manually.
The lateral aspect of the my right knee is still a bit touchy.
Budgeting is relatively painless at the moment. I'll have to think about when I may need to get a belt for weightlifting and whether I need more trousers, which is something we didn't discuss.
Shoes and sitting are bad for you: http://www.eatmoveimprove.com/2009/11/shoes-sitting-and-lower-body-dysfunctions/ Note: I'm, generally, an inflexible person, but I have acceptable ankle flexibility. In case you ever needed to know about my ankles.
I started on Jane Austen's Emma. Decent so far. I feel embarrassed, after the first twenty pages I had to flip back over things when I realized I wasn't quite clear on who all these people were. It's not Tolstoy by any stretch of the imagination in that respect, but there are a few names floating around.
Rule one: Don't talk to the cops. This was put back in my head by some conversations I heard the other day at a party. Rule 2: Don't let the police inside without a warrant, and that means not opening the door. Remember: the life you save could be your own.
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