- I'm in a foul mood and I'm supposed to be cleaning my house so that the VSM doesn't walk into the filth in which I live.

- Put new sheets on my bed. 400 thread count. Not hugely luxurious, but nice. They're canary yellow.

- My bed is full of feathers. I sleep on them and under them. My comforter is too big for my bed, but I don't care. It's 900 thread count and magnificent. I'm a little in lust with it.

- On top of the comforter is a patchwork quilt. It's also down.

- It's a goddamn good thing I keep my bedroom at a balmy 64 degrees. I intend to freeze the VSM so that he'll have to be as close as possible to me. ;)

- I think that Overstock.com and I may have an addictive relationship. I think I might have to call it off.

- Have I mentioned that I hate cleaning?

- I had to have my cat put to sleep on Monday. It was seriously one of the more traumatic experiences of my life. I went to NY on Friday, he was hopping around the house like normal, eating like a fiend as usual, and totally fine. I came home on Sunday night and he fell down the stairs to get to me (he normally meets me at the front door). From the look of the food and water dishes, he hadn't eaten since I left him eating on Friday morning, and he wouldn't take anything. I spent all Sunday night trying to get him to drink with a dropper and no luck. The vet told me that it happens like that with cats all the time, that they hide illnesses they might be having and so it seems like just overnight (or two nights, as the case may be) their bodies just shut down. andyjw, if you see this, I'm sorry I didn't tell you personally. I didn't quite know how. But yeah, it sucked. I was sobbing like a fucking fool in the vet's office. But she said he wasn't suffering and that I gave him the best gift I could by spending the last night with him, snuggled up and caring for him and loving him.

- Something horrible happened at work today that I don't want to talk about but which made me so angry that I almost quit on the spot. If I could afford to eat until I get a job in NY, I would have. Sadly, in spite of that, there's part of me that really really really doesn't want to leave there.

- Yesterday I told both my bosses that I'm leaving. Both of them were totally distraught. Nice ego boost. Maybe they'll think I'm so valuable that they'll let me work out of the NY office and I won't have to quit.

- Have had three different companies interested in me so far in the two weeks my resume has been on monster. This bodes well. Today, I actually turned down a job because they couldn't afford to pay me. Sucked, because it was one that I really wanted, but it's nice to be wanted professionally and made me feel a little powerful that I could say no instead of being desperate and taking a job that pays $17k less than what I'm making now.

- Applied for three more positions today. We'll see what comes of those. Keep fingers and toes crossed for me.

- Tomorrow I get to see Billy Idol, Echo and the Bunnymen, Foo Fighters, Sum 41, and (my very most favorite of all) Social Distortion at HFStival. If my head didn't hurt so much, I'd be really fucking excited. I mean, Billy Idol, dude! And Social D! I wonder if I'll get free pot from Cal Ripkin this year...

- I do not love Raymond.

- Tomorrow I will be winning the Powerball. I came to a realization tonight that I don't even care about having billions of dollars. I just want to be able to get a good night's sleep, pay my debts, and make it so that my mom doesn't have to rent her house in the summers in order to pay the bills. Oh, and I'd like a maid. I think the HLP would like that, too.

- I wish I owned a raincoat. I know that's a strange statement, just go with it.

- I got nothing more. And my house ain't gettin' any cleaner by sitting here posting in LJ, so I guess I'll go take out some more trash.