Going Slightly Mad....
My life is out to get me. I swear it is.
Madea Goes to Prison is out now at the theater where I work, and I'm going to be working it soon. Yikes. I'm fairly certain that that day will be far more interesting than profitable. Ah well. With any luck I can get myself extremely caffeinated and my day will simply fly past in a hazy, hyper blur. And then crash when I get home, only to do it all again the next day.
My sister and her roommate are finally out of the house, for the most part. There's still random bits and pieces of their stuff randomly scattered throughout the house, but those items should be rounded up and packed over within the week. My brother is moving into the basement and turning it into his own mini apartment, and mom is going to be putting all her garbage that she can't bear to part with in Niall's old room. Says it's going to be a library, but in all honesty it'll just end up a room full of boxes with shit in them.
Bought a new router because the old one fried itself, but this one doesn't seem to work either. Fuck. No internet in my room right now, so I'm using the brother's computer, since that one seems to be the main hub right now, but it's fucking freezing in the basement where his desk is set up. And his computer is freaking slow, with Internet Explorer instead of Firefox. Argh, I miss my Firefox. Multiple windows suck, I want my tabs back. Plus all my bookmarks are on my own computer, and it takes far too long to hunt them all down without my favorites folders. So I'll just have to catch up on everything when I don't have to wait for a million different pages to load. In a million different windows. With frozen hands. Anyone interested in coming over and fixing whatever is wrong with the new wireless? Please?
The sister tells me that the mother is angry with the fact that I intend to redo the bathroom upstairs, because she likes it the way it is. Personally, I see nothing really to like in it. The floor is sticker-tile, not very well laid, the walls are unfinished because trim was never replaced after the floor was fixed, the tub is mildewing and I've given myself chemical burns with bleach trying to clean it to no effect, the counter and sink are cheap bits of garbage that don't even match each other, the mirror/medicine cabinet is foul and ugly, and the random 'decorative' pieces are all slowly rotting because they weren't actually treated to survive in a bathroom that gets steamed regularly. And the colors all clash. Yea. That nasty room is getting redone whether the mother likes it or not. Keeping it clean when it's trash to begin with is entirely too big a waste of my time. Plus since I intend for it to be a good job, and will be getting professional help, it will be very well done, and hugely raise the value of the house. If she complains after that, she can stuff it.
I'll be doing the kitchen after that, and the downstairs bathroom, then re-flooring. It'd likely be cheaper to just move out, but I'm not intelligent enough to do so.
I didn't sign up for classes this semester. I had meant to, but never got around to it. I'll be taking courses this summer, maybe, but it's already to late, and I've lost my health insurance. Shit, this bodes ill for my future. Ima die from the inside out, and it'll be great. Say something nice at my funeral, would you?