As a rule the purchase of books is mistaken for the appropriation of their contents.
Tonight was supposed to be cleaning night, but instead, it’s throw everything around in an attempt to make organization piles. Instead of actually dealing with these piles, I think I’ll just leave them and get around to them later, as per usual.
I’m also facing the wrath of Carlos at the moment; I got home and he’d gotten into something he shouldn’t have, and consequently, he had to have a bath. Great. Now I have damp cat sitting on everything but his blanket. He’s furious at me. Instead, I’m practicing excellent escapism and going out to dinner with K. I think I’m making a much better choice. He’s more fun than laundry and wet cat any day.