Still at it…still alive…but only just…

[railenthe]

Countdown to Judgement Day: 6 days (give or take…damn your mindfuckery!)

 

It is finished.  There is naught else I can do with this place, save for hauling furniture out of the place and the like—and where would I haul it?  I’m not giving up my couch, and I kind of need the bed.

 

The stove is pristine.  It would have to be, considering that in the last three weeks it’s been used three times.  Living on rice, popcorn, juice, and Hot Pockets.  Whoo.  At least I’ll be adding bread to that list shortly.  I’ve made two loaves, one for myself and one for the BF, who I’ve given sheer hell for the last few days.

 

I kinda suck as a girlfriend.  Heh.  He could do so much better—he could find someone without a ton of neuroses, for one—and yet he sticks around.  I will NEVER understand men.

 

The apartment smells of sandalwood.  I broke my favorite vial of perfume on accident.  I hit the counter just right and sent the delicate little bottle skittering off the edge of the cedar chest.  On the upside, the apartment smells lovely.  Soon, it’ll smell like sandalwood and bread.  Which isn’t a bad combination.

 

The sink has been sterilized.  Had to be after doing the pots and pans. 

 

I’ve mopped the floor so many times that the mop pads are coming back light grey instead of dark.  Linoleum just does not stay clean!

 

Fridge is clean.  Walls, too.

 

The internet however remains derpy.  Over the last couple of weeks I’ve become good friends with Semagic’s queue function.   I’d see a guy about an internet today, but the elevators—both of ‘em—are out, and it’s beyond my endurance to tackle several flights of stairs whilst holding a HOT pizza.  I’ll try calling again, but the phone doesn’t seem to be working.

 

*eye twitch*  Goin’ stir crazy again, here…