Turns out THMFIC at the gym is really sensitive about what I write about him, so I’m going to blithely ignore his objections and keep saying whatever the hell I feel like saying. Depressing things that don’t exaggerate his complaining ONE IOTA. Hah.

One of the songs heard at the gym is the Rolling Stones’ “You Can’t Always Get What You Want.” The simple philosophy appeals to many, including THMFIC. I can list the things I couldn’t get tonight.

• I went out to look for a cheap furnace air filter. Turns out the only ones I could find that fit are at Home Depot and cost $31. With all the dust generated by the construction, I figured I get some cheaper ones, but I can’t find any.
• The bathroom sink doesn’t drain very well, so I took it all apart again and snaked the drain. I got nasty wastewater all over me, and the improvement is minimal.
• I wanted to come home to less of a mess than the contractors made.

The other part of the song says, “You find sometimes, you get what you need.” All I really got today was dinner at Popeye’s Fried Chicken. I’m not sure I needed that and I’m fairly sure that my arteries didn’t need it at all. I also need to iron some shirts, but that conflicts with a need to get some sleep before I go to work tomorrow. I also needed to get the garbage out to the curb, and I got that, so I guess sometimes I do get what I need. I declare victory: time for sleep.