The Ex came by tonight and helped me trim Indigo’s nails. It’s impossible to do on your own, and I need someone who’s experienced in holding him still so I don’t risk cutting off his whole toe. The Ex also looked at replacing my headlight for me, but muttered something about a torque screw and left. Enh. It’ll get done eventually.
I don’t feel great, still. I’m so tired. The Upstairsian is home, too. I can hear him on the phone. However, it sounds like #2 is gone, which is good. He was the one who wore his shoes all the time.
I cleaned up a bit when I got home tonight; Woodstock is coming to pick me up so we can go to Toronto on Saturday. I’d like to show her that I don’t live in a pigsty. I need to clean the bathroom, but I usually do that on Friday nights, anyway. (I know, how exciting is that.) AM2 has asked me to go out with her tomorrow night. I’m looking forward to it, but I can’t even begin to tell you how much I’m looking forward to doing nothing on Sunday. Except laundry. Groceries. The usual crap. *sigh*
The customer that I blogged about the other day? We talked again today, briefly. He sent me a message on Facebook. I replied, and sent him a friend invitation. I have … well, yes, I have things to hide, but since my father is on FB, I’m not hiding them there. Customer looks like a cross between The Ex and Johnny. Shocking, isn’t it. Sometimes I dislike being so predictable as to have a type.
Haven’t heard from NJ all week. Maybe it’s lack of sex that’s getting me down. No, wait, that’s a song by Green Day or someone. Granted, everyone and their brother is on vacation this week, so perhaps he is, too.
Is it pathetic that it’s a quarter after nine and I want to go crawl in my bed and go to sleep?
