So...we're moving, probably. Just to somewhere else in the city, that's a one bedroom, so the rent will be less, and somewhere we can have our kitties legally. The place we're in doesn't allow pets, but our neighbor has cats that she lets run loose, so I'm not too concerned, but I'd like to not have to worry about it, you know?

I feel so useless. I haven't been working much, and it's putting a definite strain on our household. I interviewed with an airline last week, and it didn't work out. I have been on the hunt for months, and it's terrible. It's so bad that Rob literally keeps shoving the idea of a paper route on me. I would pretty much rather strip than do a paper route. Seriously. I asked him to give me the weekend, to try and find something. I've pretty much screwed myself by staying up til all hours of the morning and sleeping the day away this week, though, so hopefully tomorrow will yield something for me.

On top of that stress, I'm getting fatter by the day. My fingers were so bloated yesterday that I had to take my rings off and put them on a necklace. I'm sick (nauseous, not actually puking) all the time, and I have to pee with a fierceness almost constantly, and my boobs are soooo sore. I know what you're thinking, but please don't jinx it. :) My fingers are crossed, and only time will tell. Every other time, it hasn't been what I've wanted, so I'm just not going to say that and let it be for a while. I've been trying not to be on the crazy train about that stuff.

Roommate is still a disgusting pig. I really hate him. I can't wait to tell him tomorrow that not only are we planning on moving so he has to move, but also we're selling the bed that he's been sleeping on. As sick as it is, I'm really looking forward to it.

I got Robbie's box packed. It's all taped up and ready to go, just as soon as I find the money to send it. It makes me sad.

Ummmm otherwise...not much is going on for me, that I can think of.

xoxoxo