Today I made fried sweet potatoes, did laundry, the dishes, scrubbed the sink with bleach. I'm out of detergent so I have to wash the dishes with borax. It works as well as detergent & doesn't have a weird neon color and heavy scent like commercial detergent.

A box showed up for the Prophet's iBook which promptly died after being sent in for service last week.

Mr. Crazy is sick today and Wild Girl is on her way to being sick and I'm counting the minutes until she can go to bed. Right now she's moving furniture-- furniture that no three year old should be able to move-- across the room. And she just sneezed two extremely disgusting sneezes as I typed this.

So out of desperation I made a medicated wine to try to knock myself out at night. You only have to drink a tablespoon or two & you can evaporate the alcohol so it's not like I'll be boozing it up every night which I would never do, I HATE alcohol more than I hate anything on this earth practically. So anyway, it's been sitting in a jar for nearly two weeks, and last night, as has been happening most nights recently, I woke up around 4 AM completely unable to fall back to sleep. After 2 hours I tiptoed downstairs, scooped a large spoonful of gunk out of the jar, pressed it against a strainer, got about a tablespoon of the wine, mixed it with apple juice, drank it, and went upstairs. I lay in bed for about 20 minutes thinking, Great, this stuff is worthless, and the next thing I knew it was 2 hours later.