After the roller coaster riding this past week, upping and downing and upping and downing, I'm in the mood to turn on some e-z listening, crack open something wet and cold, and order chinese delivery.  I'd like Thai, but who does that?  No deliveries of food in Florida other than pizza or chinese.  Those are your choices Msrs. and Madams.  This is not NYC after all. You may be able to do the drive through window at ABC Liquors while wearing your pajamas, but around here there's no real food for delivery.  Just fast food, and only as long as it's pizza or chinese.

I have so much to look forward to for tomorrow, Monday morning.  Taxes to be done, with five boxes of paper to sort through.  Then there's the insurance matter.  Auto has gone up another $200 for the next 6 months, just like it did the last 6 times and I'm sooo tired of switching and switching, just to get the bare minumum coverage for the bare minimum price. 

You'd think with my age, and the age of my car, along with no tickets or accidents in the last 3 years, the price would steadily be dwindling down.  Supposedly I'm a safer driver now although I can't imagine how that would happen since my neck gets harder and harder to swivel these days.  My car is worth less and less with every passing year, and I'm not working, so the leisure rate applies, not the business rate.  The price of a semi-annual insurance card should logically be going down, not up.

I've finally decided insurance is a racket... guffaw!

Whew, almost choked on that one.

Let's see... there's the health insurance thing.  After looking at the quotes for health insurance from last week, they're all equal to or more than a weeks pay and since I'm not working I guess I can forget about taking care of that.

Then there's the job thing. Pesky business. I could waste another week looking or just give myself a vacation while I do some of these other things.  

There's food stamps. I could get that application completed, along with the one for my passport.  You never know when you're going to need to flee the country.  I could get in touch with the mortgage company I guess, but it's been 10 months and no one has even called about all those missed payments.

Nahhh.  I'm just going to sit here with my fiber bar and chilllllaaaaxxxxxxx.  Tomorrow will have to take care of itself for once.  Amazing Race, anyone?