I know, I should have a four-day weekend like the rest of you, but I work on Sunday, so this is about the longest I've been away from the Bookstore since I started. I wonder if she misses me, that ol' whore. I'm guessing her calendar and card sections could use some serious attention.
Dating Cute Boyfriend gave me an excuse to let myself go, apartment-wise. I was messy and didn't do dishes, and frankly if you've seen HIS apartment (omg, buy a freakin couch), I wasn't worried about the competition. Now that we've parted ways, I've actually made my place look nice, clean, and otherwise worth the 800 dollars I pay a month. I wish you could see it, reader-san, the whole place looks fantastic. I can walk unobstructed to the bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, windows, everything!
(Cute Boyf's things are on a windowsil. Ocassionally I toss them to the puppy, but he won't touch them. Good dog.)
Still, cleaning and lifting and mopping must have done something, because last night I felt a distinct 'twang' in my neck while typing, and I think I spasmed something. I tried to sleep on a heated rice pillow, I tried yoga, but my neck just keeps twisting back on itself. It's in worse shape than a handful of pipe cleaners after craft hour in kindergarten. Blogging probably isn't helping. Hmm.
OHH! I had a great thanksgiving, thanks to Jason Chin and his good taste in friends. It was delightful. He rocks. Pass it on.
I think I should wear a turtleneck. Heat helps neck pain, right? Or I could bring up commitment...that got rid of Cute Boyf, and he's a pain in the neck BURN!!! Snap!!!
Ouch...sassing hurts my neck too. I'm doomed.
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