16-Oct-2006

I realize that my earlier entry made me sound like a depressed nutcase (and also like Michelle Kwan).  So I feel the need to reassure you all that I am, indeed, happy.  So, without further ado, here is a list of things I accomplished today:

--three loads of laundry.  Of course, I used what I described to the Staff Writer the other day as the "Melissa method," which basically means I put too many clothes in each load, then forget to clean out the lint trap on the dryer, so nothing ever gets dry.  I then PRETEND that said clothes are dry, put them away, and bitch when I smell like mildew.  It's really quite effective.

--mopped the kitchen floor.  Five times.  Let me explain.  We had people over last night (and, by the way, if anyone wants leftover pie, you have only to drop by.  I can't eat it because I'm training for an anorexathon), and, as always happens when we have my dirty whorish friends over, the kitchen floor got dirty.  So I mopped this morning.  Fast forward five minutes, as the floor was drying, when I decided I needed more coffee.  Off I go, pad, pad, pad, across the wet floor.  In my dirty flipflops.  Mop.  Repeat, as I decided I would really like cobbler with ice cream for breakfast, and I should really traipse over to the refrigerator... aww, dammit!

--bought two new purses, the same design, one in red, one in black.  Put my 1995 black purse from The Limited that has the permanent mustard stain on it into the trash.  Big deal for me.

--wrote three pages of this novel I started a few months back.  Prose is not my strongpoint, but you know what?  I don't care.  AND I compiled all the pages I've written over time (I am the queen of saving snippets here and there under different names, in different folders; hell, I even found part of it handwritten in my journal from July).  All told, I have forty typed pages, single space.  And we all know, page count is more important than quality.

Now I have to get off here and start watching "The 4400" before the Honeybee yells at me.