Friday

Friday I woke up in a glorious mood. I got up extra early and took a shower, Emery and I went for a nice long walk, and I made it to work on time. I danced my way through the morning to ABBA Gold and all was right in the world.

I had made plans earlier in the week for Friday night shenanigans, but as the evening approached I felt more and more anxious about the state of the house. Not anxious like panic attack anxious, but anxious like focused-anxious. Like doing anything OTHER than cleaning the house would be impossible. It became my sole mission to get the mess under control.

Instead of heading home, I went to Lowes. I reasoned, there was no point to cleaning any further since I'm going to have to un-do all of my cleaning anyway in order to shampoo the carpets and paint the house. Therefore, it naturally only makes sense to paint the house AND clean the carpets this weekend. That way the bulk of the work will be finished and it will be just touch up work from there. I picked up the paint I wanted and the necessary supplies.

On the way home I called the woman back about the apothecary cabinet, and as luck would have it she was available for me to come pick it up. So I got the address, picked up my cabinet and headed home.

I called my friend and let her know that the house had to get painted that night or I might die of anxiety. We altered our plans and she came over, we went out to Lolo's for some chicken and waffles, and then got to work. We got 3 of the four walls painted, but held off doing the last one since I share that wall with my neighbors and it was well into the early hours of the morning.

I also managed to drop a hookah coal (my first hookah in weeks, mind you) between the stove and the mountain of as-of-yet unclaimed boxes of stuff and damn near burned the house down. Instead, I just burned a big hole through the linolium. :/ Oh well.

I drifted off to sleep around 3:30 in the morning while watching FMA, really, really happy about the state of things.