'ello...
How're y'all?
I'm awake.
That's when I woke up on the floor, covered in cats.
Seems I dozed off watching some damned thing on TV, I forget what. The important thing there was that I woke up in pleeenty of time to tape Daria again.
*rolls eyes and giggles* And, that I didn't miss Breaking Bonaduce.
I did miss My Fair Brady, but who cares about that shit?
The only thing these two shows have in common, besides both being on VH1 and about ECS's, is that they both have a total bitch for a female lead.
That Adrienne chick is a waste of space, air, skin and sperm.
And, Gretchen?
Don't even get me started. Let me just say this...
Rob won't have as hard a time as Danny in rehab chiefly because Rob doesn't have some uncaring, cold, heartless, opportunistic BITCH dragging him down, like Danny does.
She's about as fuckin' supportive as a paper crutch.
I hate 'er. In other news...
I turned in the app for the place down the road.
Dropped it off Saturday night.
(And, yes, I did just hear the Bay City Rollers spell-shouting that out as I typed it. I always do.) Also, I have three other leads, all outta the paper and not even the "real" paper.
One of the places dresses it's servers in period costumes.
It's a tad "classy" for me, I fear, but I still wanna check it out because I kinda like the period dress shit and they do have an ad.
It's just that's it's in a colonial-era restored house and those kinda places, I feel like a bull in a... colonial house and I just wait to fuck up somehow and... I usually do, or at least feel like I did.
I'm just not comfortable in artsy-fartsy places like that.
Antiques and shit are cool... from a distance. I belong in, at MOST, a diner/family/casual kinda place.
Like the Red Lion... *sob* *siiigh* Ya know...
Commuting 300 miles a day is almost starting to look good, here....
If it wasn't for Joanie and Tommy...
Those two psychos....
Man, I miss Gus...
And George and the other George and Frank and Nancy and Shirl and Linda and I need to find a fuckin' job.
Now. Well, not now now.
Later today, now.
Now now I need to clean da house.
Nothing major, except that this place is bigger, so that "kinda cluttered, hasn't been too bad so far" thing actually is a little worse, because there's more of it.
Not so much a deeper layer of crap, just a wider, longer area of it. Oh, and two floors.
Not necessarily "of crap", but two floors to get it all done.
Half the shit down here belongs up there and the washer and dryer are up there, too, so to be "done", that includes the wash, which includes the second floor.
(Which includes... steps. /whine) Any-gotdamned-way...
I'm awake, I don't have a headache, I actually have a modicum of energy and the idea of cleaning and driving around, looking for a job doesn't, for once, make me wanna go to bed, directly to bed, do not pass go, do not make two hundred dollars a freakin' week...
Stupid, I know, but it's also true.
If I think about this shit AT ALL I get worn out before I even start. Except, not now.... So, before I do feel blah again, I think I oughta go start. Loose plan is:
Laundry (one load left)
Shower (soon)
Go to store (after shower)
Find job (if not today, tomorrow...) All today, too. Wonder how much of this I can get done in twelve hours? Oh, better include "make dinner", too, if I take the whole twelve. Eric'll be done by then and we're out of KFC now.
Guess that leads to "oughta make pork chops, not chicken, for dinner". See, we haven't had KFC in a coupla years, since that one back in Bucks, near Doylestown Hospital closed.
Then, we saw one in Hanover last week, or whenever it was that we got the new water bed heater.
We thought that was the closest one, til I drove around Gettysburg a few days ago and found another one.
It's literally a stone's throw from the battlefields.
Like... next to, or the last, business at the edge of the first field. Anyway, we went there Friday and got a bucket o'chicken, so chicken for dinner tonight probably isn't the best choice. Mr. Picky can't eat the same thing for a solid week, like me and Dad can and do.
We can make a TON of chicken potpie and eat it til it's gone... a month, if necessary, I suppose.
Not Eric, though... man. *giggle*
He requires new shit every coupla days, if not every danged day.
*lmao*
(And, it just occured to me, as many times as I've typed "chicken" in the last few sentences, it looks like I have some kind of unhealthy obsession with chicken, doesn't it? Jeez...) Ok, so it's PORK for dinner.
No chicken.
God. Alrighty then...
Gonna go clean. Oooh... I just got an idea... I oughta come back here and update in the EP as I get shit done. Kinda like crossing shit offa the list.... Mikey in Brooklyn... *grin*
I hear ya... Oh yeah... so I don't forget again...
Use the Chistmas lights in the stairway and any place else there's not enough light...
Good idea, I just keep forgetting to do it. Pray for me people.
I really do need physical strength.
(Wonder if a couple of those diet/supplement things would help? Fuck, I miss Ephedra....) Peace
12:25 pm...
Okay, so far I've gotten through the "American Grafitti" soundtrack, "Dark Side of the Moon" and "The (entire) Wall".Stevie Ray is currently singing about lookin' out the window.
Which reminds me that there have been times and people who've caused me to sing that song... only I change it to "Aiming Out the Window". Anyway...
The "straightening" is done in the living room, the dining room and the kitchen, which pretty much takes care of "downstairs". The dishes are done, including cleaning out the fridge, 'cause ya just know there are always a couple lurking in there. Catboxes are also done, except for the two upstairs, where I'm about to go. Also, when I get up there, gonna throw in a load of wash, drop a few kids off at the pool, straighten whatever is crooked, then come back down here and vacuum. Then, a shower and a JOB. Oh yeah... need to remember to "wrap the meat and freeze it" SOON.
Except the PORKCHOPS, of course.
*rolls eyes* Okay... back to it. Peace.... 3:40pm or so
Okay... just struck out a buncha shit on my list.
I'm about to go get a shower, then go get cigarettes.
Where I'm going to get the smokes is the same place I turned in the application, sooooo... I'll see if anybody says anything and if not, I'll just stop in the restaurant part tomorrow morning. Whatever. Still porkchops for dinner, so far..... Later, y'all...
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