It's not a vaction, Bob.

In about sixteen hours I leave for Tampa Bay.
For the first time, I'm not entirely looking forward to it. Maybe once I get there things will be better, but still.

In preparation for my departure, I've begun my ritual pre-flight house cleaning. Although I trust Dave to keep the house in a moderately clean (moderately meaning not being deemed a toxic waste site), two days after I arrive, Dave's brother Kyle is coming to stay. Not to mention our current roommate hasn't moved out of his room despite not actually living here in a month.
Needless to say I'm doing what I can with what I have. So many things to consider. I can't actually clean the roommate's room as that would be an invasion. Still I took the sheets we lent him off his bead and washed them. So Dave will have to clean that room on his own. The spare room got vacuumed and steam vac-ed even though there is a sofa in said room up on its side. Can't vacuum of steam-vac our bedroom until I've packed. And the living room has a futon in it that is supposed to go in the afore mentioned spare room. Needless to say, when Dave comes home, I'm going to need his help so I don't feel so overwhelmed.

In other news, I weighed myself today. Around 157 pounds, which was lighter than I anticipated. I should mention I was wearing very light pajamas and had eaten a rather heavy bowl of oatmeal this morning.
I just finished up my lunch of a Lunchable, minus the "Fun sized" KitKat bar. Actually, it wasn't a Lnchable. It was a Snackable, because apparently our culture is so fat and hungry that one of these things can't even constitute as a lunch anymore.

Well, now that I've finished I have to get back to work.
This update was brought to you by the dire need to sit and rest a bit.


Cheers.
J.