It's coming along...

Slowly, but well.

Both of which are because some shit needed to be all but rebuilt after the move. This included (but may not be limited to, we'll see) the coffee table leg and the whole structures of both the entertainment center and this computer table, which, by the way, could still use a little support.

Meantime, boxes are getting emptied, places for shit are being found and things are "progressing".

And, my stomach kinda hurts.

'Course, I am exhausted still, I haven't had any of my tea for days and I'm almost scared spitless due to money, or more specifically, the lack thereof.
Or, the possible lack thereof, I guess I oughta say.

I have (way) less than $100 bucks right now and I have no idea where in the pay period Eric has landed. All I know so far is that it's every two weeks. Lord, I hope it's halfway over....

I have got to find a job.
But, first, I have to have a house to get ready in, where I know where alla my shit is and shit.

This is the only problem we have, but, boy is it potentially a big one.

He needs to remember to ask about this later today (assuming it's after midnight).

Then, depending on what the answer is, I do have one idea.
(For the first time, I'm actually kinda glad George is so far away. It'll keep him from brain-dusting me for this idea of mine... *grin*)

I'm worried about this, but I also feel like, somehow, it's gonna be fine.

Meanwhile, I must say... after years of drinking tea made with Sweet-n-Low, tea made with sugar tastes like shit.
I have GOT to find my tea jug.
Like RIGHT NOW...

brb

*quite a few minutes later*

Okay, we in bid-ness now, man.
Got tea brewing and even threw some fries into the oven.
Also found the right wattage bulb for my light in the bedroom.
And, during the search for the tea jug, I also located my hair dryer, thank CHRIST, the shower head, again thank Christ Himself and checked in with Murphy.

He's fine.

I'm starting to feel better, too.

Knowing I have tea on the way allowed me to relax enough to realize that I'm kinda hungry and under that, beat. I've been wanting to go to bed, but my stomach was bothering me too much. Now, it's hungry, which is much better. That, I can solve with fries.
I even know where my salt shaker is, unlike certain other stoned individuals(mrbuffett).
Ketchup, too, for that matter.

Oh and guess what else?
My stove is electric again, thank all that is holy.
I hate gas stoves.
Can't ever get the fuckin' flame the right height to cook shit without scorching it and when we got the first gas stove, neither of us had used one before.

We thought the two words on the knobs, "LIGHT" and "HIGH" meant the size of the flames.
Took us forEVER to realize they were to light the damned thing and the highest flame setting. I figured it out by accident the first time we got one lit and went to shut it off.

We both looked at the receding flame, then each other and went "Oooohhhh..."
"That's how it works..."
Then we both almost pissed ourselves laughing at our own stupid selves... light and high.
Jeezus.

Anyhoo...
Gonna go check the fries and finish making the tea.
Then, after I kill my munchies, I'm goin' to bed in the waterbed, thank Eric and I do.

Back later.

Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 01:21 AM

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