I'm Floored

Sick to death of my stupid floors. I don't know why I find them so tedious. I can do just about anything else. I can scrape paint, clean dusty bookcases, organize drawers and cabinets, hang shelves, unpack boxes, whatever. But I can't make myself sit in my bedroom for three short hours and sand the floors!!

Called my brother-in-law and offered to pay him to finish the job this weekend. If he accepts I'll start painting as soon as he leaves. I want this finished. I want to move back into my bedroom so I can get the study back into shape. I want to sleep in the bedroom, close to the bathroom, without damn cats on my bed.

I get paid tomorrow so I can buy a mattress and box spring this weekend, and a quilt of some kind. Maybe I can drive to urban Outfitters and look at that green-striped thing I keep considering online.

My bed is actually sitting at the store, but they haven't called me yet. Which is good because I don't have any place to put it. Yet.