I hate this continuing cycle of just barely covering the bills. I hate that M has been buying my food. I also hate that I can't seem to break out of this Madame Crankypants funk.
I think it will be better once I know where I'm going to live come October. That is stressing me right out. I have a bunch of voicemail call-backs from my foray into the house-hunting jungle with Mick last week, so that makes me optimistic. Here's hoping at least one of them is in our price range and isn't on the shadier side of town. I just want the hunt to be over and know that I will have a place to rest my oh-so-weary head.
On the plus side, I successfully avoided eating any mini donuts or kettle corn! The art fair is now over and I can postpone those temptations until the State Fair, which I am apparently going to this year whether I like it or not. I had avoided it for so long...
In other news, I find myself continually wanting to re-read Harry Potter. What gives?
Instead of allowing myself to read Harry Potter, I have been watching NatGeo for hours on end. I sometimes forget how much I friggen love science. I watched this Biography Of The Earth thingy and it was all about the planet's core and the magma cycles and friggen VOLCANOES, MAN. It was so awesome, I was giddy like a 4-year-old with a Popsicle at the zoo. Yes, I'm a nerd. Shut it.
Oh, I did a slight friends cut. Mostly just a trim of dead journals. Still, if I somehow did something really stupid and deleted you, plz dun h8. Just let me know.