I don't even know what to write. There are a couple stressful issues that I probably shouldn't air on the blog (since the advice is not to post anything you wouldn't want up on a billboard for the world to see). Then there are other things. Like not feeling too good (not sick, just not feeling too good). Or loosing 5 hours a week in my work schedule since I'm now scheduled to come in an hour later. And being half an hour late for work because I gave into the "just one more moment of rest" temptation which turned out to be half an hour more sleep, up to the point when I should have arrived at work, not just woken up. So sleep-wise, a later schedule in the mornings should be good. Money-wise...
I had a few good days last week. Luke maybe four or five in a row. No, wait, memory returning; 3 days in a row. Which is still pretty good. I even went out to visit my family yesterday. I had a good time.
My house is a terrible wreck. I don't have any more clean forks, bowls, or plates, nor any clean cups or glasses that aren't in a box or OCD-labeled "possibly contaminated" (that's just one cup, but somehow washing it would be too much work and possibly a waste of time, water, and soap,). My guinnea pig's cage needs cleaned, and I'm busy having a pitty party for myself right now.
Tomorrow, my sister visiting from out of town is coming to visit me in the afternoon. It should be fun. But I still don't want to clean my house, but I want it clean for her. I want her to help me clean it? What kind of hostess am I?
Ah, well, I should feel better later.