August 13, 2006 3:57 pm

I Think I’ve Got The Black Lung, Pop.

:note: Wilco – “Radio Cure”

Just got off the phone with my mom. They went to a wedding this weekend, the one that was for the family friend who shares a birthday with me. Apparently, a ton of other people I know are getting married (a set of twins I grew up with (to different people, obviously – one wedding is this October and the other next April), as well as another family friend my age) and the girl that got married about a month ago is already pregnant. Sheesh.

I’m trying to do about 39485 things at once. I’ve got a load of laundry in the dryer, 3/4 of the dishes done, a cover letter started, my creative brief started, some illustrations/animations in the works, the bathroom mostly cleaned (bleached the tub and scrubbed the toilet) and I’m writing an entry. I plan to work out before Daniel gets home and I need to finish the dishes, among other things.

I think my lungs and eyes are permanently damaged from that stupid bathroom. See, I used to work at a hotel, so I know how to clean a bathroom, and I love Scrubbin’ Bubbles Mildew spray for when a tub is really dirty. You can just spray it on and let it sit for a bit and everything gross scrubs off nicely. However, it’s chock-full of bleach so you have to have about eight fans running while you’re cleaning so you don’t asphyxiate. I had one fan. My eyes hurt. *cough*

Wish me luck on my homework. :|

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