Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

You know what's hard? Folding laundry with a nosebleed. Yeah. Can't fold laundry one-handed. At least, I can't.

Also, I coughed so hard today that I pulled a muscle or something in my side. Right above where my spleen would be if I hadn't lent it to Bär all those years ago when she thought it would cure Little Guy's Little Guy Syndrome, in my ribs. (Okay, perhaps Bär didn’t really borrow my spleen, and perhaps I actually still have it. But the story is way cooler my way.)

Anyhow, today was Ash Wednesday, the beginning of Lent. And I would ramble about Lent and blah blah blah, but it’s past my bedtime, so I’m just going to tell you what I’m doing for Lent. (And no, this isn’t like those heretic dudes who are all like “look at me so cool I’m fasting” that Jesus was all like, “No,” about. This is more like, here’s a cool idea.)

Anywho… I’ve made a list of forty items (okay, right now it’s 10, but I’m sure I’ll think of more) that are areas/ideas/things I want to do in my life. Things like… go to chapel once a week, practice every day, exercise three times a week, etc, etc. And the plan is that each day of Lent, minus Sundays, I’ll start doing one of these things. So for today, I went to chapel, and tomorrow I’ll practice, and I’ll keep adding things and at the end of Lent I’ll have this whole list of things done. And some of them are really simple, like daily vitamins, and some of them are more complex, like having an organized room.

Alrighty, time to try to sleep and hope my nose has stopped seeking so much attention. Seriously, I pay it plenty of attention as it is.