The Inevitable Return of Cleanstravaganza

The puddies haven't touched their breakfast, which is totally unlike them. Usually, they're scratching at my bedroom door by 4:30, but they haven't even made a peep today. The food's been sitting in the bowl since 7:30. The vet said that they might be less energetic than usual for the next couple of days, so I guess that they're okay.

Today's mission, as it so frequently is, is a return to Cleanstravaganza, with photographic documentation of the process. Those photos will be posted at ericainjapan, the parent-friendly LJ that hasn't been updated since last July. I couldn't see any point in uploading all the photos twice, and I figure I should give my parents some idea of the stuff that I do...namely, cleaning.

( The Inevitable Return of Cleanstravaganza )

That should give me a good start, I think.

[EDIT - 1:55] I can feel the 3pm blahs approaching swiftly. I need to tackle the pile before the desire to give up takes me over completely...but it's just such a mess. Stupid pile.

I don't want today to be over...

Have just returned from dinner with Marijuana Bear and Geisha Boy. Marijuana Bear being what Sean's name sounds like in Chinese, apparently, and Geisha Boy being the way Hiro first introduced himself to me. Sometimes, we call him Cameron, and tonight we debated between Wesley and Stephen for his English name.

I wore a sparkly green bracelet my aunt and cousin gave me for my 28th birthday. Turns out, there is a lot of emotion attached to that trinket, little of it positive. But it fits my wrist now, albeit not as elegantly as I would hope. Still, we must take what we can from such things.

The puds are still pretty miserable, so I'm thinking about rescinding the "no cats in the bedroom" rule for tonight. They aren't terribly energetic, so I hope they won't be knocking over perfume bottles or anything like that.