Well, I had an interesting long weekend. I worked my butt off cleaning my and Jay's room. The dust I kicked up nearly killed me. Seriously. Allergies, man. But the room looks so much better now. Plus, the bookshelf is no longer falling over! Lol. Organised clutter rocks. Even Jay was impressed. (It was me vs. 15 years of dust!)
I had a total mental breakdown on Saturday. I spent like an hour on the phone with Katie and Mum McClain crying about how fat I am. This fat thing is really dragging me down. But, for the first time in over a month, I stepped on the scale and it read slightly less than 11 stone. Well, that might not mean much to you but it made me feel a helluva lot better about myself.
Sue and I went up the Scenic Drive yesterday. I was climbing all over the mountain taking cuttings of heather to dry. It took hours to cut and tie it all. Sweet.
Omg. How could my first call of the day be so STUPID?? "Search?? Where is that??" Oh, please kill me now. Or, better yet, kill anyone who was dumb enough to buy a Mustek. It took me twenty minutes to get the woman to realise she hadn't even installed her scanner!!! Grah!
Lindsay's flying in on Thursday night. That means Friday off. Wahoo. Three day work week! *happy dance*