Between being beaten up at work, coming home and falling asleep at 6 pm only to wake up at 1:30AM WHEN I HAVE TO BE UP AT 5:50 TOMORROW TO DO IT AGAIN, the job overall, and the fact that people I thought were friends won’t talk to me because of a third party’s petty stupidity, and I’ve pretty much had it with this town and with these people and with this job and with the whole rat race in general.

I’m about one psychotic break away from packing up my car and moving to Saskatoon, changing my name, and refusing to play nice anymore. Because frankly, I may only be 24, the best may be yet to come, but if I want to be around to enjoy it, it’s gotta be more bearable now.

I now have a mop. Well, a Swiffer. With wet and dry pads, so I can use it as any kind of mop I want, even though I purchased it mostly saying “DEAR GOD THE KITCHEN FLOOR.” Bear in mind I have about six square feet of kitchen floor.

I’ve been trying to put this damn apartment in order. I’ve realized the couch is too big (anyone need a couch?) and I’m not sure where to put the bed, really, although I like it where it is, and without having a clue where stuff goes, it’s murderously hard to put any art on the walls. Not to mention I have one REALLY BIG WALL and then two with windows in them, so I really have no idea whatsoever what to do with it.

I’m thinking at this point that I need to make a sort of media corner thing on the wall at the foot of my bed, putting in a short bookcase as a footboard and then stepping up to a couplea big bookcases on the wall. Then I was thinking I needed a bigger beanbag chair in that corner (where you can still see the tv) and a smaller couch. And something to keep crafty desky stuff in, and possibly a sideboard behind the couch for linens, and a shoe organizer and a recycle bin and to set my desk up like a real desk and all that dang stuff all at once.

The next place I live, i’m getting a dishwasher.