The much delayed house cleaning occurred this evening. The term "house" of course is used liberally. It is LA after all, you have to flirt with millions to own a blade of grass. Anywho... I needed new light bulbs cause turns out I actually try to do things after the sun sets in Arizona near Flagstaff.  So I spent literally half an hour trying to figure out how I would change my light on my 12 foot ceiling. Answer: Climb on the bookcase. Sounds stupid huh? well, that just shows how stupid you are, cause it worked out great, ha. Even with my sorely torn apart, shaky sore inner thighs and ass that my beautiful personal trainer Larry tore apart.  Try balancing with shaky legs. That's right, you couldn't do it on a non-sore day and sober, and I wasn't either of those.

Also, I threw away two pennies. I picked them up off my carpet and instead of walking to my coin jar, I turned to the garbage can next to me and  rid myself of those germ ridded pieces of unsmooth mettle. Obviously, my internal super refined and polished inner sense of cost and benefit is trying in it's small way to tell the treasury dpt. something.  I'd a vacuumed them, but I don't own a vacuum.