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Killing Time

I'm sitting in the speech office trying to kill some time. I figure my ad revenue is at $1 a day this month so far on my articles on one site. That'll mean that I make the $25 minimum payout by the end of the month, I really need to make it before the end of the month. I may promote some that income is something that I use to pay the phone bill. I need it to cover the Internet once again. I'm thinking of putting another blog up dedicated just to articles in a particular niche that I write to...or maybe doing it as a set of series in order to get all of them there.

I know I need to check and see which ones I have copies of and which ones I do not. That way I can keep up everything that I have done. I am thinking of going back to school, actually this will be approximately my fourth attempt at finishing my degree and I have no idea what I want to do.

I have had the majority of the day off and used it to write some of my own stuff. I also took some time to clean around the house a bit and discover that well needs a new control thing. I'm not sure what it's called or if the whole thing should be replaced or not but I'll know soon enough when I go to searching for them.

The recent string of storms and all the attention they brought to past storms made me think that a storm shelter is a high priority. This means that I need to keep supplies easy to grab, things like supplements that Theresa will need, baby wipes, pull-ups, trash bags, a privacy screen and a composting toilet to put in the storm shelter.

The problem is that those shelters are expensive and each one has its own disadvantages. I'm thinking a house with a basement would be nice. That way I could just walk down the stairs but it would have a side door too.

OK I'm done for now. I"m just killing a little time and rambling away helps with that.

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