I choose Vodka. And Chaka Khan.

I have just cleaned the entire bathroom from top to bottom (and I literally mean top- I had to stand ont he side of the tub to wipe all the dust from the tops of the walls), and even scrubbed (REALLY scrubbed) the entire bathtub with God's gift to people because it was getting really kind of grouty looking. And my mom thinks I'm pretty enough to have stalkers. Obviously, nothing is quite as sexy as standing in a bathtub with rolled up jeans, a tank top drenched in sweat and deoderant marks with my hair ever-so-lovingly yanked into a knot on the top of my head. Oh, and runny makeup, because I was trying to wash the residue off and the water literally jumped back and hit my square in the face. It was so pretty. *rolls eyes*.

And now my arms are shaking and I want to die. But the tub is clean. Please, do not hate your own lives. Everyone's pales in comparison to mine, really... :)


Foot update: I think skin must have grown over the exposed nerves because they don't burn like Hell when I brush up against something. This is good, we're making progress. I'm trying to figure out exactly how to bandage it up tonight, as I have to work and thus cannot wear the flip-flops I've been wearing since Saturday night (I'm sorry, y'all, I will never feel comfortable calling them thongs. Having thongs on your feet is not of the Lord, okay???)

On the bright side of work (well, not too much of a bright side, as I will be making like twelve fifty this week, which won't even buy the gas to get to school, much less the tuition check UMC wants) I changed all my tip change into actual money yesterday and ended up with twenyt-six dollars. Yayness!!!

The not so good part of work? I have to miss the Vanderbilt/Jolie Hour of Humanitarian Crazy. This will be worth watching, y'all, if only to see which one thinks they're the better gift to the world. I have to tape. Bugger.

Desperately need a new Alan movie. There hasn't been a new one since An Awfully Big Adventure last April. Which didn't even really count, because while the idea of him being with a teenager is infinately satisfying and gave me so much hope that "Yes, dammit, he IS my soulmate", I didn't feel like watching him actually be with said teenager. And this was a big part of the movie, so I've only see like forty-five minutes of it. Hmmm. When is Snowcake coming out??

I'm going to go fold laundry. Please, don't be jealous. I'm sure you all have very exciting lives, too...