Jeff Jerome, curator of the Poe House and Museum, walks away from original grave of Edgar Allen Poe with a bottle of cognac and roses left by a mysterious visitor, Saturday, Jan. 19th, 2008, in Baltimore. Since 1949 someone has marked Poe’s birthday by mysteriously leaving the items by the writer’s grave.
I didn’t have a very good day yesterday. I messed up and ate too much sugar the night before and couldn’t sleep because of the sugar buzz. Then when I got up and the sugar high had diminished I felt all washed out and yucky.
I know better than to do that because my diabetes won’t allow it, but I did it anyway. How stupid is that? I basically lounged around the house all day doing absolutely nothing. To the casual observer it might have been difficult to see any difference from my normal routine, but I wasn’t even thinking about doing something or trying to make excuses for doing nothing.
Around two in the afternoon Tracey took me to town to eat and I stopped by Staples to buy my yearly tax software. I used to scribble it all out by hand but a couple years ago I started using the computer to do it and it is much easier that way. Also easier to read when it comes off the printer compared to my terrible chicken scratch writing.
The tax papers are slowly coming in the mail and soon I will have no excuse but to cipher it all up and mail it in.
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