Did you think I'd forgotten about you? You naughty reader, of course not. I've just been very busy lately, trying to get my head together. Here's the last two weeks, compressed, diced, and put on a platter for all to see.
I bought a new bed. It's a queen size. I'm already tired of the jokes. Thanks Jo for not mentioning them. Sleeping has been much improved. Back feels better, I wake feeling more rested than the nasty futon.
Gave the futon to Ben. Got to use all my shiney new bondage skills to tie it to the car and drive around town with a floopy mattress hanging out the back.
Dropped one three classes. Guess I should have told a few people that a little while ago. Ah well. I did. And I'm quite happy about it actually. Gives me more time to work on my tan. And my not drinking.
I've been dry for 17 days. That's a very good sign. I still want to drink though. Desire. Blech. I've put a great deal of thought in to this whilst cleaning everything I can get my hands on. Cleaning is a lovely thing to do when not studying for the one remaining class. I've decided not to drink until the desire for drinking goes away.
Sounds odd, eh? So does twelve hours of drinking.
I've been elected for a second term as a piece of furniture. There's only one person who would dare to give me the raspberry, BINKY! She did two terms as furniture and go-between. Go girl, go.
The plans for the Prom are going very well. We don't have much time left, and the DJ is starting to reveal her true, inner dolt. Some people just don't understand that when you are asked to (and agree to) play for five hours, you're expected to play for five hours. It would have been nice if she had mentioned something along those lines. Ah well. The posters are lovely, should be done in a few days, and then sent off to the schools.
I wonder if the office has enough money to pay for all this. Turns out we don't, because
- The students' society never gave us the money they're required to give us.
- The finance monkey has been monkeying, but not financing.
Mother has another infection. I looked in the pill cabinet to find twelve kinds of antibiotics. She now takes six gravol at lunch, more for breakfast and dinner.
The dead guys estate might just finally be finished up this month, if I can
- contact the lawyer (its been a month, no word from him yet)
- pay the bills (this will have its own entry!)
- do his taxes
- tell his sisters to go f*** themselves.
Thinking about things to do with the measley inheritance: iPod or digital camera or wireless networking. Or pay the student loan people.
Cooked Easter dinner. What a pain in the ass that was. Granny bought a ham that was twice as big as needed, after asking me to pick one up. I remember it very clearly. We were on the highway looking for flowers (really! we were!) and talking about Easter. I told her I'd make a caserole and a dessert. She said that'd be great. Could I pick up a small ham and some other stuff. I did. So did she. Except that she got a bigass(tm) ham with a biggerass bone in the middle. I spend an hour trying to saw through the damnable thing just so it would fit in the pot.
But the cake is lovely.
