I'm sitting on a damp chair right now. Ian tossed Chloe outside the day before yesterday and made her spend the entire day outside after a scooting incident that left the white carpet in the office streaked with..well, I think you understand what happens when animals scoot. Anyway, as revenge, she waited until we were gone last night and then (and I can just picture it, too) climbed up on the brand new desk in my room and daintily tipped over the full glass of water I'd left sitting there. Fortunately the wood on this desk is well-sealed and the water was still all sitting on top of the surface when I came home, but the fabric of the chair was soaked.

I switched it out with one of Ian's camping chairs, which leaves me in a very awkward position; the keyboard is now at chest level. God damned cat!

Anyway. So last night I worked the Lopez/Crooks show, which was great. Kate came to help and was all dressed up as usual, flirting with all the boys at the door. I always feel like a boy hanging out with her; anytime I work the door I dress comfortably, usually just a t-shirt and pants and sneakers, but she always wears fancy dresses, stockings with garters, high heels, and tons of makeup. I don't even know how much money we took in, but it was quite a bit. I know I've said this before, but I really like working the door with Mig. He's good at dealing with the kind of people who would come to a Crooks/Lopez show. Kate still needs some work, but I'm training her each time. She REALLY likes to hold the money and handle that aspect of it, so I'm trying to train her to be a bit quicker and more efficient when making change to keep traffic moving. I thought she'd pee her pants with joy when I told her I was working the Strix Vega/Dirt Nap Band show tonight and that she was welcome to help. I'm also working the Lowlights/Rademacher show Sunday night, and then I think I'm going to take a break for most of the month. My mom and Paul are coming up with my aunt and uncle from Philadelphia on the 10th, so I doubt I'll even attend that show, let alone work.

Today I'm trying to get some work done around the house, which is sort of coming along, but not as quickly as I'd have liked. The sheets and towels in the dryer have been sitting there for a week waiting to be folded, so I figured I'd fluff them for ten minutes and then take them out and put them away while my clothes were in the washer. Wrong! Ian, in his one burst of housecleaning energy this week, decided to throw a sleeping bag into the washer, so now I have to deal with drying that before I can get my own clothes done. Also, I forced myself to rinse all the dishes and get the dishwasher going, and of course there are still five things sitting on the counter, either because the dishwasher was too full or because they're too large to fit into it anyway. I feel like I can't ever catch up around here. Ian keeps telling me it'll take a while, but we'll get it all sorted out (a lot of the mess is from my having just bought a new vacuum cleaner and desk, so the kitchen has tons of cardboard/styrofoam in it, as well as, well, the old desk and whatnot), but sometimes it's just too overwhelming, so I end up hiding in my room all the time, because it's a small space I can keep relatively tidy. So that's the housecleaning update from my house on the hill.

For all my bitching, I've gotten a lot done lately. My huge closet is almost completely cleaned out, after which I can paint it and start actually using it, which will then allow me to order that bed. Actually, Arcata Exchange is having a huge sale this weekend; I should go down there tomorrow and see if I can get the bed any cheaper by buying it now. Also, I finally resigned myself to just getting rid of some of my smaller clothes/clothes I haven't worn in years, which has made it easier to get dressed in general because at least now I know everything in the closet/dresser is something I actually wear and which actually fits me. Jesus, I'm still talking about cleaning. Okay, something else.

Ian and I are now halfway through the fifth season of The Sopranos (do you italicize tv shows? quotes? what's correct here?) and I'm sort of afraid to watch the rest, because then I'll be like everyone else: waiting for season six. I'm a bit sad, now that I'm so addicted to the show, that it's going to be the final season, but all things must come to an end. Speaking of which, I also managed to catch the SFU marathon over the past few nights and got to see all the episodes I missed. I was sobbing like a baby throughout the two I watched last night, and showed up at the bar with swollen eyes and a runny nose. Fortunately, it was pretty dark in there, so I don't think anybody really noticed. I also watched Napoleon Dynamite, which I didn't really think was all that funny. Like I told Jervis, it's like they took a mediocre screenplay and tried to make it funny by having everyone deliver their lines with no inflection or emotion. It had a few funny moments (I actually involuntarily laughed aloud when Napoleon slapped his brother and then ran), but it didn't live up to the hype. Also, I didn't know that ligers (and tigons) are actual animals! I saw a picture of a very fat one. I rented some Family Guy dvds for Ian (I've seen every episode so many times it'd ridiculous) and Requiem for a Dream for myself, which I haven't yet watched. Maybe I'll watch that after I get the next load of laundry going, to get myself appropriately depressed for tonight's show. I lovelovelove Strix Vega.

Oh! And after like, three years, I'm finally getting new glasses, because my prescription has changed a teensy bit, and I'm paying for the insurance, so I may as well get some new frames. I'm freaking out now about the frames I chose because I'm so used to plain black wing-style frames, and these are a very dark brown and sort of squarish. Oh well; if I hate them when I get them I'll just get different frames. Not the end of the world. Also, I completely ran out of soap and decided to spend some of that cashed-out 401k at Bubbles, where I got my hands on several bars of my favorite avocado, milk, and almond oil soaps, plus some new lotion and an actual bottle of perfume oil (I know; who woulda guessed? I usually hate perfume.) Bubbles, in return, got their hands on about seventy of my dollars. I also went to the dentist and learned that I need about $1200 of dental work (that's pre-insurance; hopefully my portion will come to less than $300) to crown a cracked tooth and re-fill an old filling that looks fine, but is the old styled amalgam filling and is so deep that I've started experiencing extreme sensitivity to cold. On the upside, my dentist said I have a beautiful set of teeth and that I must have had a very good orthodontist to make them look so perfect. So boo to all you people who made fun of my buck teeth in sixth grade! Lastly, I went to see Chris (McKnight) for physical therapy last week and I'm going to start seeing her and a massage therapist working under her license alternately each week. My shoulder hasn't been the same since that last car accident, so hopefully this will work it all out. I'm amazed at how strong Chris is for being such a tiny little thing. Also, she's starting to show a little bit. It's freaky to think of everyone having babies, but I guess that's what people do when they grow up and get married. She and Greg were at the show last night, but she of course went home early. I wonder what things are going to be like for the Hitch when she has the baby; I can't imagine Greg going on tour and leaving her to take care of it alone.

That's about all for me right now. I'm going to go switch out the laundry and try to avoid waking Ian from his nap, because frankly I get a hell of a lot more done during the day when he's out of commission.