ow, ow, ow

Everything hurts today. Damn, Alexis.

My arms are sore. My legs are sore. My ass is sore. Whine.

I did manage to find the mountain of paperwork Rochelle (my potential mortgage broker) requested. All except for last year's tax return. *frown* I really need to organize the mountain of paperwork that is hiding my desk. This weekend, I swear, I'm hauling up the filing cabinet and organizing the paper evidence of the past five years of my life. Good times, non? I'm weirdly giddy about it. I'll get to label file folders and organize by date. Yes, I do realize I am an enormous dork.

In more fun than organizing-paper news, a group of my friends are playing hooky from work tomorrow morning to go shopping at some outlet mall somewhere north of Seattle. All I know is that Jeanne is going to pick me up and drop me off. I'd say I was bored with my wardrobe, except really I just need to go to the damn dry cleaners and get my favorite black slacks repaired (torn hem).

I'm also relieved because I finally realized (with a resounding DUH) what to give my big brother J for his birthday in October when I visit. I'm going to knit him a hat for his big, bald head (he shaves it on purpose, I like to think just to annoy me). I also need to get my other brother O something for his birthday that already passed in July. He wants a GC to a clothing place. That's easy enough. I'd bake something for him, too, to make it less impersonal, but his wife is a baking machine and nothing I can make would really compare. Also, he's a heathen who doesn't particularly love sweets. Speaking of, I should bake something for J, since he is a whore for anything with sugar.

I need to buy my ticket to Oakland already before the prices bizarrely skyrocket. I should do that NOW, in fact. Hrm. BRB.

ARGH, they've already gone up. I hate the airlines!!! *hops up and down in fury* It's $195 now, up from $163 like five minutes ago. Hiss.

But I've bought it now and so that's done with.

The appointment with the lender went very well. My credit report says I am a very responsible person and they should give me an unholy amount of money. Now I just need to decide how much of a monthly payment I'm willing to commit to. Because I want to still have fun and not hate my house because it sucks up my ability to go out to dinner with friends. I really need to establish a solid budget with a lot of safety nets. I want to do the maximum I can do for my 401K (once I get it next year with permanent employment).

A year ago, I would have laughed if told I would be capable of writing the above paragraph. I hope nothing explodes and lands me in the poor-bucket I was in for the past couple of years again.

urgh

I am obsessed with blueberry pancakes at the Hi Life and must have some soon or die. Sarah and I stopped there for dinner tonight, both desperately wanting some, but they don't have pancakes at night. It was very sad. Also, it's that time of the month and I must have what I want or people need to die.

The big shopping trip for tomorrow morning has been canceled. I still have the option of not going into work until 1pm. It's probably too late now for anyone to answer this poll, but it can't hurt to ask. Because I can't freaking decide. In any of these scenarios, I will go to work before 1pm. I could go at 9am per usual. Or I could sleep in, have breakfast, and then go in. I can't decide!

[Poll #559275]

In other exciting news, Sarah hauled the filing cabinet upstairs and even assembled it while we watched BSG. She rules. I don't mind putting things together, but I have to be in a mood. And that mood sure wasn't tonight. So I am eternally grateful. This weekend, I also need to get the twenty-five million product boxes and shoe boxes out from under the bed and actually just freaking throw them away. It's time to just let them go already.