Blargh

Today has been shaping up to a not-so-great day. Not because of things that have happened - more because of things I haven't done that are hanging over my head.

I have to go back to school tomorrow. (On a Friday - oh, that makes sense.) I haven't bought my school books yet, and I really have to see about doing that.

I gave a list of paint supplies to my mother, and I've twice found it on the floor. Fuck, I can't drive yet, woman. Help me here.

Krista is coming over tonight and I haven't wrapped her present yet. Why can't I just stick it in a box and slap a bow on it? I hate wrapping. (I hope she comes in time so we can go out for dinner. I really, really want more shrimp sautéed in white wine garlic sauce.)

And my legs/back have been hurting recently. That's a good indicator that Sauron is approaching. Stupid Sauron. Hate Sauron. Sauron is playing games with me, my legs have been hurting for three days now. Grr.

Stupid Sauron.

Good grief... *shakes head*

My mom has placed a plastic milk jug half-full of water on top of the kitchen garbage can.

This, she tells me, is a booby-trap. Because Lester (one of our cats) LOVES to tip it over and dig through it and spread smelly garbage all over the kitchen floor.

This, I tell her, will not work. Because Lester likes to come at the garbage can from above and behind it, from the ledge. He will surely climb onto the garbage can and knock the milk jug flying WITHOUT getting himself wet, thereby making a hugely inefficient mess.

Mom just shrugged, and the milk jug has gone nowhere. Either because she thinks it MIGHT work (in a blue moon), or because she hates to admit I'm right. As usual.

Women. Honestly.