Randomly Random

First, let me start by saying that I am very unhappy with my clothing choice for today. I was running extremely late this morning, mostly because I was sitting up in bed with my head propped in my hands alternating between sleep and trying to figure out an excuse as to why I couldn't go to work. Alas, I couldn't think of one, so I eventually had to get out of bed. Also, Belle was biting my toes, so I was getting a little annoyed. Then I went in the bathroom and sat on the toilet for an unimaginable amount of time, staring at the wall, still trying to think why I couldn't go to work. I still couldn't think of a good one, so I eventually got up and brushed my teeth. Well, by this time it was WAY past the time that I was supposed to be leaving the house. So I had to grab the first thing that I saw to wear that went with my navy blue pants, which I had already decided on wearing. I ended up with a strangely enormous shirt. I don't know why I even have this shirt, seeing as it makes me look pregnant. It hangs unattractively down in a clump, over the top of my pants. It is ugly, and I look like a white whale in it.

Secondly, A* and I are still looking for an apartment. This weekend we have to go and look at more places, because we decided to lower our expectations a little and came down in our price, so now we have a whole new rash of places. I just want to be done, moved and in a new apartment, preferably one that has the heat paid.

Third, we gave Belle a flea bath last night. She was not very happy about this. In fact, she flattened her ears down, widened her eyes, and began hissing and yowling in a very Pet Cemetary-like way. She bit A* in the hand and scratched him, then with a mighty cry she lurched towards me and swiped a couple places on my hand. I tried to keep her in tub, seeing as she was still covered in flea shampoo, but she flung out her deadly paw and put a puncture wound into my finger. We let her out of the tub and rubbed her vigourously with a towel, trying to get all the soap off of her. It was a traumatic experience for all involved.

Fourth, I am going out for a Girl's Night with my friend tonight, and the only thing that could make it better would be if I was allowed to go to the restaraunt in my pajamas. As it is, we will order a lot of food and make giant pigs out of ourselves, and gossip about anyone that has ever crossed our path. Fun and laughter will be had.

But first, I have to go home and change out of this god-awful shirt. What was I thinking??