I worked my arse off today (one client was seriously lacking in math skills, OMG *pounds head into desk*), and on my lunch I took boxes to the dumpster and also put away more boxes. I'm nearly done, I think - I've got three more boxes that I need to sort a bit, and then it'll be empty in here. I think maybe I'll build the bookshelf tonight and keep some of my fave books out (HP, Jennifer Roberson, David and Leigh Eddings), before putting the rest away.
In one of the boxes I found a set of magnets, the kind with words on them that you can use to create poetry or sentences or whatever - someone had made it for me years ago, but I'd never used them (not the least of which is because some of the words are a bit naughty). I've been amusing myself by putting up song lyrics on my fridge when I go into the kitchen.
Speaking of which, I'm going to cook something tonight. o_O Frightening, I know. Even stuff from mixes is generally unheard of for me. Still, I'm considering making my fave chicken recipe this weekend after I get paid... there's something kinda fun about having a kitchen of my own, with my own stuff, again.
I want a TV. Dammit. And I've never actually BOUGHT one, so I don't know what a good price is or anything. Cheap is good, because I really haven't got a lot to spare (and probably can't afford it at all, but... maybe I'll start looking).
I'm feeling... out of sorts, overall. Like there's something I need, but I have no idea what it is. It's this weird not-quite-depressed, not-really-anxious, but just not-right feeling.
Meh. Stupid feelings.