Feel The Burn
Wise man say don't eat Jack In The Box spicy chicken sandwich at 1:00 am right before going to bed. :(
In other news, I love, love, LOVE my hotel room, and I'm never leaving. REWIND: Spent a VERY bittersweet weekend ripping the carpets out of my house to have the floors underneath finished in an effort to get it ready for sale. (A project that Miles promised to have done for me if I agreed to pass on a house that ALREADY had totally gorgeous wood floors. Oh, the irony.) So, I took a bunch of my aggression out on carpet tack strips, and felt really empowered doing some manly work. :) All in all, very therapeutic, minus the part where I found massive water damage all up in the floor and wall, which I suspected forever and a day ago and asked You-Know-Who to address nine MILLION times. I nearly had a nervous breakdown after all the drywall next the the front door was cut away and I sat looking at the guts of my house strewn everywhere in total chaos. Thank GOD for you and your timely joke, because I really would have lost it. Looking back, though, there was something really healing about basically demolishing the place we lived together. I feel like I'm in a whole different place now, a much better one.
So anyway, I got the call yesterday that they were ready to come start on the floors TODAY, which I wasn't exactly prepared for. Me and my cats had to be out until Friday with basically no notice, so I figured I really deserved the R&R of a hotel at this point, regardless of the fact that I can't particularly afford it. And let me tell you, as I disappeared into the foam of my jacuzzi tub last night just that twenty minutes was worth every penny, even if I do have to sell my soul, or preferably something else, in order to pay for it.
So yeah, would have been nice if my fuckin' cat hadn't have seen me put some of her toys into my backpack, which then went into the closet. Would have been nice if she wasn't a totally obsessive creature that didn't meow ALL NIGHT LONG at that closet in demand for her toys so I could have actually gotten some sleep. Animals.
As a side note, Miles came with his army, I mean family, to get most of his crap Sunday. He came like five hours late and screwed up my whole day. More importantly, though, while he was there a really strange thing happened. I had his brother help me pull a nail out of the floor that I had accidentally busted the head off of. While he was bent over doing it Miles walked up and couldn't see his face. He said, "So, you must be Jeremy." (The ex-boyfriend from way back when I'm now sleeping with.) Jesse and I both looked at him like, HUH!? Awkward. As I recounted this story to Sandhya she pointed out that it was very disturbing Miles would even think for a second that I'd be low enough to have the guy I'm sleeping with there at our house while he was getting his crap out. She said he must not really know me at all. Totally agreed.
In other news, I love, love, LOVE my hotel room, and I'm never leaving. REWIND: Spent a VERY bittersweet weekend ripping the carpets out of my house to have the floors underneath finished in an effort to get it ready for sale. (A project that Miles promised to have done for me if I agreed to pass on a house that ALREADY had totally gorgeous wood floors. Oh, the irony.) So, I took a bunch of my aggression out on carpet tack strips, and felt really empowered doing some manly work. :) All in all, very therapeutic, minus the part where I found massive water damage all up in the floor and wall, which I suspected forever and a day ago and asked You-Know-Who to address nine MILLION times. I nearly had a nervous breakdown after all the drywall next the the front door was cut away and I sat looking at the guts of my house strewn everywhere in total chaos. Thank GOD for you and your timely joke, because I really would have lost it. Looking back, though, there was something really healing about basically demolishing the place we lived together. I feel like I'm in a whole different place now, a much better one.
So anyway, I got the call yesterday that they were ready to come start on the floors TODAY, which I wasn't exactly prepared for. Me and my cats had to be out until Friday with basically no notice, so I figured I really deserved the R&R of a hotel at this point, regardless of the fact that I can't particularly afford it. And let me tell you, as I disappeared into the foam of my jacuzzi tub last night just that twenty minutes was worth every penny, even if I do have to sell my soul, or preferably something else, in order to pay for it.
So yeah, would have been nice if my fuckin' cat hadn't have seen me put some of her toys into my backpack, which then went into the closet. Would have been nice if she wasn't a totally obsessive creature that didn't meow ALL NIGHT LONG at that closet in demand for her toys so I could have actually gotten some sleep. Animals.
As a side note, Miles came with his army, I mean family, to get most of his crap Sunday. He came like five hours late and screwed up my whole day. More importantly, though, while he was there a really strange thing happened. I had his brother help me pull a nail out of the floor that I had accidentally busted the head off of. While he was bent over doing it Miles walked up and couldn't see his face. He said, "So, you must be Jeremy." (The ex-boyfriend from way back when I'm now sleeping with.) Jesse and I both looked at him like, HUH!? Awkward. As I recounted this story to Sandhya she pointed out that it was very disturbing Miles would even think for a second that I'd be low enough to have the guy I'm sleeping with there at our house while he was getting his crap out. She said he must not really know me at all. Totally agreed.