More bitching and moaning

Oh, man, I am TIRED.

I've been working my ass off working on my house. Finished painting the office this weekend, and got moved into the also-newly-painted bedroom and the office. I actually feel like it was a major accomplishment, which is kinda sad, but it WAS. Those rooms were disgusting.

I spent so much time on my knees (dirty!) scrubbing the floor (oh, that dirty) that my knees are bruised. And my neck is hurting again.

I am turning into an old lady.

And it's kind of crushing that many of my brilliant ideas for those two rooms look like ass. Why do I have such a hard time with interior design? I know it's not the same as what I do, but some things should correspond: color, texture, composition, etc. But yuck.

It's a bit overwhelming, suddenly taking care of everything myself. And as soon as I get the house to a stopping point I have to get out in the yard because the weeds? are taunting me.

Oh! Guess what? I have a roommate possibility, actually: a friend of mine. We're thinking about it. I'm not going to say anything else as I don't want to jinx myself, but so far, yay!

And work! is so busy. I really thought that once my ARs got to press I'd be taking two-hour lunches and bailing at 5:30. But nooooo, we have new projects. I am getting so close to being burned out right now. I just asked for Friday off as my sister is coming to visit me. I hope that a) they'll let me (I'm late asking and we're busy), and b) I'll have work ahead of schedule so I can take Friday off.

Speaking of work, it ain't getting itself done, so I'm going. But, damn, I'm tired, I have cramps, it's Monday... I wish I could go home and take a long snooze on the couch.