I received a Google search for "don't sleep enough" yesterday. If that ain't the truth, I don't know what the hell is. I used to loathe sleep, mostly because I could never get myself to do it. Nowadays I can do it and I love it, it's just a matter of finding the time or actually staying asleep once I get there. The last few weeks I've been getting up when the S/O leaves (6:45-7:10 ish) and heading over to the house to put in six, seven, or eight hours work. You would think that six, seven or eight hours of scrubbing tubs, painting walls, hauling garbage out, fixing sinks, carrying toilets, and washing floors would be enough to knock my ass out for a decent night's sleep. You would probably be right - if I didn't have to get up again at 7 to get back over there and, well, if I could stay asleep during the night. So last night, sore arms and feet screaming at me, I said fuck it and popped a Darvocet at about 7:45, watched Animal Face-Off until 9 and crawled into bed and while I tossed and turned a bit (if I hadn't taken the pill, I would've done more than toss and turn, I would've woke up the first time the S/O went to the washroom and then stayed awake the rest of the night), mostly I slept like the dead.

Today we're going to get carpet for the living room and once that's done, the living room is totally done. The kitchen is almost done as well except that Dad has to finish installing the new sink. The bathroom is done except for maybe hanging up the shower curtain and buying some linens, a bath rug, a toilet cover and so forth. All that our bedroom requires is a coat of paint and some blinds. As for the last bedroom, I don't know. The S/O seems to think that his mother will be comfortable sleeping on the sofa (mind you, it's a nice sofa and all but still, a sofa...) so we don't have to buy a futon for her visit. This means she'll be sleeping in the living room (another thing I don't like - no privacy for her or us) and technically, we don't have to fuck with the spare bedroom right away. I'd still like to throw a coat of paint on it and maybe an area rug and then it's going to be the office/den area. Eventually I'd like to head over to the dreaded IKEA and buy the 99 dollar futon thing they have and put that in there along with the computer desk, swivel chair, writing desk, a floor lamp (another thing to pick up there) and the dog and cat toys. I've been bugging the S/O to go with me over there (we're just down the damn street from Woodfield, at least for now) because I found cute and cheap lamps for the apartment, plus the aforementioned 99 dollar futon. We won't be too far once we move, maybe 20-25 minutes versus 3, big deal. I just want the cheap lamps, damnit.

Hm, so yeah, we're moving in Saturday. Nothing else is going on besides that... oh wait, tax refund of seven hundred big ones. It hasn't come yet, mind you, but it will and oh, how I will love it and care for it and, well, spend it. Mostly it'll go towards paying Mom back for the loan and buying more stuff for the house but that's still money well spent in my book. I can't wait to get the hell out of this apartment. Just a few more days and I will be. Joy.

before & after