Rediculously exhausted. Happy though, as I have once again managed to snag one of the slackest jobs on the planet. It shall be good.

Waiting for paint to dry. How entertaining. Waiting for Dad to call and tell me we can go get my car. I miss my girl. She's so far away! Poor baby, she'll be home soon. Now I must go get some info so I can "study" for my interview tomorrow.

Dude, you may all be addicted to your little card games, but this is awesome. I'm just not supposed to get addicted to things, I'm supposed to be painting. I'm stuck at level 10.

So, after getting a coat on the walls, I've realised that where I though the paint was more of a greenish gray it's really more of a grayish green. Mom's still happy with it; I'm a little thrown, but told myself it will be fine once there's furniture in the room.

Painting. Finally. It's day three, and I've just finished the ceiling in our room. It's time to crack open the wall colour and get the first coat on. In the mean time, I am also to get all of the border down in the house. This is fun, I like it. I'm actually doing something and feeling accomplished. Back to work.

Hmm...Ang has just changed her name to "beach day" and it's finally sinking in. Are we psychotic? Or are we simply ambitious? Yes, I know, that was a sentence fragment. So sue me.

Whooaaah! So yeah, I'm being ambitious toward my own goals, namely getting back in shape, but the things that others want me to do I'm not so good at. Ang and I are going grocery shopping this afternoon, the little domestics we are. I also got some lovely news the other day that a nice package should be arriving today.