im a neat freak. ill admit it. crucify me. when my living enviroment isnt right, my whole life isnt right. i just want to crawl away and hide because i cant stand it...especially my room right now. this is supposed to be my sanctuary, but its a wreck.
my throat is still all swollen and im dead tired. im supposedto give stacy a call when i want to come over to glenns, but i think it will have to be a bit later. i might need to lie down and take a nap in an hour, or so.
we are bringing the cats over tonight.
wish me luck.
wish us luck.
i hope Ifrit gets along with everyone. i would hate to see him have to go to a shelter.