I got a couple of days in San Francisco, relaxing, checking mail, petting my kitties and hanging out with my boyfriend. Now i'm back in Santa Cruz for a while to deal with the same old crap. I'm pretty confident that the eviction will go well, but there's still a little uncertainty, some doubts. I've never done this before, and hope to never do it again.

I feel sort of recharged, refreshed by my little trip back home, at least.

I just finished watching one of those trashy HBO documentary things about prostitutes. That's always fun. Gotta love HBO for all the smut.

Tomorrow (well, later today, really) I have some contractors coming to the house to try to make me spend more money, a handyman type for small jobs and an exterminator guy to deal with the termites. Glee!