Things I should do today:
-Stomp on the bottles so that they don't have any air left in them.
-Vacuum-clean around the bed

Things I want to do today:
-Sleep
-Read slash
-Write

Why are the wants and shoulds never the same? I'll be meeting Tweetie later today when she comes back from work and Edi and we're going food-shopping before I have to go to work.

Okay, so of course they (the people who rents the house out) have to put a new washing-list in this week. We had scheduled washing on Monday, but since we didn't know (there haven't been a new washing list since December's went out) we couldn't do it.

So I had to wash today and pray that whoever's got that shift won't need it and if they do, they won't bitch too much. We're out of clothes, and after yesterday I -really- needed to wash my work-clothes because... Well, trust me on this, you don't want to know.

No, really.

So now I'm left with another hour of snorfling around here and there until the washing is done and then I'm putting it all in the dryer. After that... I just hope that I can find someplace to hang it up. O.o

It's Wednesday, Tweetie don't have Edi so we're meeting to pick up some stuff. I want my salary, the new Edguy-CD is out and I really, really, really would -love- to listen to it before the concert. I'm so very tempted to pick up money today and go buy it... Hmmmmmm...

Baby works again, save for a few keys.

I have twelve days to work left before I have holidays, the rest of this week and the next two. Then, on the Monday my holidays starts when Tweetie's left for work I'm going to clean out this flat completely. I might not celebrate Christmas, but I'm not going to sit in this mess during my two weeks off, dammit!!

Typed up a loooooong mail to Tweetie this morning and I just hope that the Bank didn't swallow it on the way to her. I tried to decode any nasty words that might ruffle their feathers so I think it should make it through.

People's stupidity never fail to amuse me, that's all I can say.

Now I'm going back to sleep, have to write Teenyboppers for Tweetie later because she passed her Latin exam she had last week, or if it was the week before that. Anyway, in a weak moment, I promised her a whole chapter of the damn teenage drama if she passed it. X.x

Washing will kill me! We've got three machines to do today and I wonder if there'll be enough space to hang everything up since we've got to wash bedclothes too and that's always a bitch.

Tweetie's on her way home and I'm going to check for something to eat and then shower...

Okay, so the dishes are done.

Now I only have to convince myself to get into the shower and eat...