susan

Today I cleaned.

Like a good wifey. Scrubbed the shit out of the bathroom and got totally wasted off the fumes, our toilet is fuckin sparkling, I'd eat off it were I into that type of thing.

While attacking the bathtub it fought back, I slipped and got what I can already tell will be The Evillest Bruise Ever Seen on the front of my right calf. It hurts muchly. I feel very domestic.

I also successfully staved off a very strong urge to hack off all my hair again. I told myself it was the fumes talking, and that I had no idea where my shears were anyway...so that was good.

The tally of pregnant/engaged friends is steadily increasing. Best wishes to everyone. I'm seriously.

Sometime today or tomorrow I'm doing some serious grocery shopping. I mean like meal ingredients. Rice, eggs...things of that sort. We can't live off chili and ramen anymore.

We need a love-deluge or we're doomed.