I'm all sorts of screwed up.
I'm making lots of progress on the house ... the upstairs bathroom is clean, my room is almost clean, the kitchen just needs a once-over and the birdcage cleaned. It's going to be interesting to see who is stupid enough to try and pet the bird tomorrow night.
I've still got to go shopping ... i need ice and cups and beer and such things. after previous parties, in which i have had piles nd piles of dishes to do afterwards, i am going with plastic cups for this one.
In a couple hours, I've got to drive down to OC to meet up with Marge and Ben to go to the TV taping. I'm hoping i don't have to drive up to hollywood ... I usually end up driving, because my car is usually the most reliable one, but I'm tired of driving all the time. It gets old. This taping should be fun ... I get to see the hot redhead.
Marge called me last night, and she mentioned that her boss had asked her to look for more employees. I processed this comment for half a second, and then got off the phone with her and called Michael. He had said to me that he couldn't leave Pick Up Stix until he had another job lined up ... long story short, Marge is getting Michael an application and is going to recommend him to her boss. I'm a little surprised that he went for the idea ... he'd be giving up tips. But he'll probably get better hours, and from what Marge says they're really flexible about scheduling around school and stuff.
I hope it works out. It would be funny to go in there and see Marge, Michael, and Lisa. Apparently they need a bather there too ... since I can't get more hours at my work, I'm almost thinking about looking into it ...
anyway, back to scrubbing ...
