My bedroom is hidden under a mountain of clothes… Somewhere underneath there is my room, I’m sure of it. The problem? Well, they’re all clean, so it’s not that bad, but I never get around to folding them. Add to it unpacking from vacation/the wedding, and you’ve got one massive pile. The rest of my apartment is clean. And I have a happy cat going balastic with this little mouse toy. That counts for something, right?
I ordered an in-dash mp3 player for my new car yesterday, should take it a week or so to get here. My volume and track controls may not work without a special adapter (extra big bucks) and wondering how annoying will it be to have buttons that don’t work, in such an obvious place? (Hearing in my head: “Oh, cool, you can fast forward through tracks on your steering wheel?!” Me: “Uh, no. They don’t work.” “Oh.”)
I have the sun roof open, the car windows down, and I’m probably the only person in the world trying to get rid of the new leather smell. I need to remember to close it up before I go to bed.
This weekend is the Weenie Roast warm up with Seven Mary Three in Dixie’s parking lot. I’m looking forward to it. Just seems a little fast though, thought it was a couple weeks off still. No rest for the weary.