Gotta get a couch sometime soon, though. If it wasn't raining, I might even be motivated enough to do it right now. Well, no. But maybe I'll do it tomorrow. Er...I'll look into maybe thinking about doing it tommorow. Maybe.

***

I almost talked myself out of cleaning.

Me: Why exactly are you doing this?

Me: Because it has to be done. Formal is this weekend, and just in case anyone ends up visiting me, I don't want them to be frightened.

Me: Now wait a minute. Who do you really want to see this weekend? These are your friends. Every single one of them knows you're a hopeless slob, and they've all seen your place looking a lot worse than it does right now.

Me: ...

Me: In fact, won't seeing your apartment cleaned up actually frighten them a little?

Me: ...

Me: Is that what you want them to think? Isn't that really saying, "You're not a friend. You're someone I clean up for?"

Me: Wow. I hadn't thought of it like that.

Me: Well, maybe you'd better. That's right. Sit down, have a cigarette, get something to drink....oh, look. It's that Sandman anthology. Those are some really fucking good stories in there so far....

Me: Yeah...NO! I will clean today! Get thee behind me, ApathyDemon! I don't care if you are smarter than me, I will prevail! This apartment is disgusting, and I want it clean! And clean it shall be!!

***

So, I cleaned. The bedroom is still a little scary, but I actually had a good reason for stopping.

Are you ready? Drumroll, please....

badabadabadabada...(teehee)

I have a job interview on Wednesday! It's part time, and it's in FDL, but it's at! a! bookstore! And SHE called ME!!!! Huzzah!

(There's a good song playing, and I got up to dance. Yes, I was dancing, by myself, completely sober, in the computer room. These things happen. I stopped, because I hit my head pretty damn hard on the wall. Don't ask. No more dancing right now.)

***

Apparently, no more writing, either.

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