September 17th, 2007

at heather's

it's a process

The order in which things happen after I walk in my front door:

High heels come off.
Nylons come off.
Earrings come off.
Necklace comes off.
Clingy floor-length skirt comes off.
Hair gets pulled back.
Push-up bra comes off.
Pajama pants go on.
I allow myself to finally be comfy.

This all takes about 45 seconds. Much quicker than the 45 minutes it all takes to put together.

Heather tried to talk me into retail therapy, but being in a precarious financial position, I managed to keep it confined to a pair of black-and-purple pants I found for $23 on a clearance rack. After walking around Lakewood Center with Heather, Adam, and baby Aasta for a few hours - in a pair of unbroken-in very high heels completely inappropriate for mall walking - we went back to Heather's house for cartoons and beer. (My) Sam showed up and hung out for a while, but we all called it a night fairly early.

I'm still a mess, but a little distraction helps a lot.

i'm amazed that i can breathe at all.

Every time I do a good, thorough vacuuming of my house, I am genuinely astonished at the amount of cat hair I manage to live with. I wouldn't imagine cats could even produce this amount of hair, but mine seem to. Maybe that's why they eat so much.

I should probably just vacuum the cats directly. That may work better.

I've only really been unemployed a few days, but I'm going stir-crazy. I don't know what to do with myself. The laundry and dishes are done, trash is taken out, most of the house is vacuumed, books are put away. I suspect that by tonight the cats will be bathed and that my DVDs will be alphabetized.

Really, I'm just trying to keep myself busy. and not nap, since i have to fall asleep early tonight.

Tomorrow I work another trial day at the day practice. Nothing is confirmed as of yet, but I'm still pretty confident about the job. My mom asked me the other day if I had given my notice at my last job yet. I laughed, and asked if she thought I was so dumb as to quit my job without having another one lined up.

Whether I actually am or not, I dodged that question.