Vroom

Confession: I enjoy my dishwasher so much that I think I'm just using it gratuitously now. It scrubs pots! So I don't have to do it. Same goes for the washing machine downstairs, where you just put money on a card instead of having to run to the bank and stand on line for a stack of quarters.

Also, 6 extra-large ravioli with an extra-large helping of meat sauce is way too much food for lunch.

Finally, Matt's coming August 4th. This makes me happy and lustful beyond measure.

P.S. in case you're wondering, "vroom" is the sound that the dishwasher makes. And that my cat makes when she purrs. It sounds more growly than not, actually.

*tickled*

He thinks I'm funny! :) Isn't that great?

Blush

I just got a birthday teddy bear in the mail, with a psalm, from one of my ex-colleagues, telling me I was a wonderful person. I don't know whether to rail at the irony or just be grateful. I think the latter.

Sticky, stinky, and broke

Today, I tried Softpaws on my cat, in the hope that she would stop scratching at my couch. She was not thrilled with this, and I am now hot and sticky (on the other hand, if the product actually makes her scratching ineffective, I'll fight with my cat gladly). I grumped for a bit, and then figured that I should do my work. But I had no motivation to do my homework, even though Matt T is coming over, which means I probably should, like right now.

So I opened my fridge, feeling exhausted, and realized I was out of... everything, liquids included. Grr. Fine. Off to Fairway (which is the most staggeringly amazing supermarket I've ever seen, possibly even including Trader Joe's - they have EVERYTHING you could possibly think of. Example: when I went looking for mustard, they had an entire aisle for various kinds of it.) and then grocery bag handle broke, which means I was awkwardly clutching groceries on way home.

I smell, and I don't think my apartment is better off, either. Two days ago, I threw out some funny-smelling meat, and it smelt up the apartment overnight. So today, no air conditioning, while I attempt to air out the place (and besides, air conditioning costs money that I don't really have. I paid some bills today that made me cringe, and I haven't even seen *this* month's bill, which is sure to be higher than the fans I had running 24/7)

But at least I have a (pissed-off) cute cat, and my lemonade.