OK, quick rundown:
I have a bathroom ceiling, yippee! This means that when the pipes burst again next spring [as is their wont], I'll be dealing with NON-asbestosy material all over my apartment. Which I guess is a good thing. Sort of.
Ma soeur TJ and I went halves on some patio furniture for mom, and mom & I even got it mostly assembled before TJ returned with dinner. Unfortunately, dinner was from the only non-sucky Japanese restaurant for miles, which packaged every single item it could into its own separate styrofoam container. I mean, I'm not advocating gyoza swimming in sunomono, but the rice? Can easily go in the same container as the teriyaki beast. Whatever, I'm going to have to buy some carbon credits or make a huge guilt donation to Greenpeace, or the Green Party, or really anything with the word "green" in it to offset my guilt. I'm sorry, planet. We won't order from there again.
Between the ongoing repair in the bathroom [seriously, it was a month from start to finish at least] and drama with a noisy new neighbour, I frigging NEED my stupid toothbrush that plays Destiny's Child's "Survivor" for 2 minutes while I brush and psych myself up for the day. Sometimes you just need to start off [and wind up] your day with the ultimate breakup song. Hence the blog nuts.
