Despite the fact that I removed my black cat from the apartment, the day has already started out sort of yuck. I made the mistake of staying up waaaay too late last night and only had about 4 hour of sleep (I need 7 to not do a face plant in my lunch around noon, so today will be a struggle). I woke up and realized I had to empty the cabinets under my sinks for the exterminator. I meant to do it last night and got caught up chatting with people till 2 a.m. So I did that and took my fun pills (yes, for those of you who didn’t know, I started smoking again a few weeks ago and am now back on Chantix trying to quit again) and unfortunately I’m at the dosing stage where they are starting to make me nauseous. So, while I was only going to snarf a banana this morning and avoid more dishes, I ended up making oatmeal. I put too much water in (I put in the full cup of water and to me that makes it way too soupy, but I was in a hurry) and I am now watching my spoon fill with beige oatmeal juice every time I put it back in the bowl. I hate having to drain each bite before eating it. Cabana Boy is going to visit a friend of his in Utrecht tonight, so chances are I won’t hear from him. I could’ve dropped Rex off and zipped back here and found him online for a few hours to talk, but no, I was busy having a dinner (with parents and brother) that I didn’t need. Diet foiled again. We’ll try again today with the healthy eating and stuff.

Grrr…. time to go to work. The only issue with working 8-4 is that I barely ever seem to have enough time to do more than yawn and pee before I have to leave the apartment.

Watch out for ladders and spilt salt and stuff, fair readers.