When I'm eating my breakfast and flip to the new date on my word-a-day calendar, you know what is not a pleasant word to see? Regurgitate. Just saying.

It looks like my weekend has freed up quite a bit. Jump Con has fallen apart at the seams and I'm not terribly shocked given all of the happenings of the past couple weeks. I am disappointed to not be dining with Bruce Boxleitner, but think at this point I'm more excited to have my weekend back (and the $500 back in my bank account). I've already moved my spa appointments from Thursday night to Saturday morning and made plans to go to the casino Saturday night.

In other news, I think this whole mess with my dad's life insurance policy might finally be taking a turn for the better. I spoke with them a couple weeks ago and that conversation resulted in them drawing up paperwork for my uncle and I to sign saying that the insurance policy should go to be and not the estate. I overnighted them all the necessary paperwork (hopefully to the right place) yesterday so cross your fingers everything goes well.

I just realizing that it's already the middle of July and my 150 days at thenext150days are almost 2/3 done with, so I think it's time to light a fire under my ass. I will be productive. I will be PRODUCTIVE. I WILL BE PRODUCTIVE. Yes, I will. Starting right now. And maybe staring with revising my list. Later, skaterz.