Trick them with a happy ending, riddle them with encores

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

These god damn cats are driving me fucking CRAZY. Galouli is hiding all the time, Spectre is running around the house howling, and Guinness is eating all of the boxes. Guinness also goes and sits in front of Bullet and Spike just so he can hiss at them.

I cannot fucking WAIT to move into my house.

I suddenly have so much shit in my house, and there is nowhere to put it, because surprise surprise, a 1000 square foot townhome isn't conducive to holding eight god damn people and three cats and two rats and my ego. Not to mention all of the boxes, and all of the new stuff, and I just wish I could go hang out at someone else's house and not come back until I take possession of my house. That all of this craziness would magically get taken care of for me.

I have a second interview with SARA, and I am SO fucking nervous. I want this job so very badly, because the company is amazing, and I really liked the women that work there that I would be working along side of if I got the job.

I had a horrible cheat day yesterday, but really, I wasn't THAT bad. I ate the equivalent of a slice of cake, and about a half dollar's sized piece of bread. It was the sugar I ingested that really did it, and I felt awful last night as a result. I feel better today though. I made myself a omelette with chicken sausage, spinach, and feta for lunch (I didn't feel like eating breakfast), and for dinner I'm having chicken, asparagus, and yu choy. I was supposed to go out with Jennifer tonight, but plans changed.

This weekend...Saturday, probably...I'm going to the junkyard with a friend of mine to take picctures while he does who knows what. And then Sunday, Derek and I are going to Denver for the aquarium and some new Korean place. I like that my weekend is already full to the brim.

Next week starts the serious cleaning of the house, and I'm not looking forward to that. I've lived here for four years, it's going to take a long time. I've already cleaned out the office and gotten rid of everything in there that I no longer need, but that leaves three closets and the cupboard under the stairs. There's four years of piled up crap in there that I need to either junk, or find meaning for.

I'm actually about to clean the upstairs closet. Which is a frightening thing, as I haven't stepped foot in there in at least a year, and who knows what's been shoved into that space. There's more bullshit being brought over in the next few days, and I need SOMEWHERE to put it all.

Fuck. I can't wait to fucking move.