distraction

As Brenna so kindly pointed out, I am practically living at the art store. My coffee mug has a perminate spot in the office, I don't mind leaving my CD's there, cause I'll be there again tomorrow morning. I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing, but I felt excellent after work tonight. I open tomorrow. I get my own key, and I'll be alone for a whole three hours. Yes, I'm a bit worried too. While the store is looking much more presentable, my bedroom and more importantly the rest of the house looks like crap. It's the week before the craft fair destruction.

Tonight the kitty chewed trough the wrapper of a chocolate bar sitting on top of our stove, and ate a quarter of the bar. My questions is, how did she know what was inside the bar? And where did the wrapper go? Oh man.

I love photo albums.

Music: The Fiery Furnaces - Straight Street