I'm less grumpy today because staying grumpy is basically a waste of energy. I am a little bit miffed, however, to discover that I didn't have to run myself ragged getting to Santa Cruz lasternight at all! Ho ho ho! The contractor, who I am hoping will not turn out to be another flaky disappointment, called this morning around 8 to say that he was short of laborers and might not be able to get out to do the work under the house until tomorrow.
No big whup, I just snuggled down under my sleeping bag and remaining unpissy sheet and slept for many more hours. Looks like I might be stuck here through x-miss, if things carry on like this. Poopsie.
Joel and I aren't talking. I got frustrated and angsty with him and hung up on him the other day like some kind of teenager. Go team. Wonder where this is going.
I have a lot of strange dreams in this house, and a lot of them involve me masturbating in fairly awkward public situations. The mind reels, what are the possible interpretations of dreams of semi-public masturbation? Probably just relates to my general levels of stress and frustration.
Oh, yeah! I finally went ahead and committed to a date to fly to London to visit with pippilina in January, a good long vacation of about 3 weeks! Hooray hoorah. I'm really excitedly looking forward to that. Now I need to get my shit together and get myself a new passport and a jacket. Then I'm totally set to go, baby.