Inspection seemed to go well, even if she did wake me up when she came in the door. I really have to show my alarm more respect. But the floor is all cleaned, even if they aren't clean, the spider was evicted from the front door, the mess looks hidden, even my pills are hiding away somewhere, should probably find them again. She didn't ask about ( Read more... )

I've stuffed everything up. I can feel it in every fiber of my being. And everything is going to be distroyed. Of course, every fiber of my being is often wrong, so I'm going to try to argue it out here so I can go back to trying to find my corners of my carpet ( Read more... )

I think I've figured it out ( Read more... )

Hoarder training failed. (Not the point, but when is the last Obernewton book coming? Because that is all my brain reads from that sentence ( Read more... )

I've just realised I've been proper crazy for 10 years now. As in, it was October 2003 (or at least, the week after the third school holidays in 2003) when I walked into my doctors office saying that I was too crazy to go back to class, please make it so that I don't have to go back into class and fail in front of those girls. In other words, ( Read more... )

I'm not sure if that guy was afraid I'd collapse or hitting on me. And either way I'm freaked out ( Read more... )

Today is being educational, or something ( Read more... )

My arm hurts. Waahhh.

Also, Alex appears to be silly and broke three ribs falling off a chair (trying to fix the top of the door, I don't know anyone else who has achieved falling off a chair they are sitting on). But my arm is more serious because I'm here and he isn't.

I've remembered why some of the stuff in my freezer was still in my freezer. My diet may have approved, but my eyes rejected, and now my taste-buds agree. Can I make myself eat the second one?

You want the real problem with being alive and outside and everything? They keep making you come back. The mean doctor checked on the status of everything while writing prescriptions, and now I have two more painful appointments coming. Admittedly, I prefer replacing the arm thing before it stops working, but that is not the point ( Read more... )