Shattered.

I am torn between my love of sleeping past 11, and my love of the feeling of the early morning. Obviously, there's no way I can have both, so, when I have to get up I must find some way to enjoy the morning.

My life is a circus. I had one of those moments of uncontrollable laughing while trying to get a semi-hilarious story out. I was awoken this morning by Boo trying to claw her way up my wood-paneled walls to sit on the window ledge [my bedroom is in the basement, and therefore the windows are a good six feet off the ground.] She was hanging by her front paws on the windowsill with her hind legs windmilling wildly around. She put a nice tear in my Ikea puppy poster, and woke me up obcenely early, but what ever, it was a good laugh.

Other notable moments of the day include me getting a centimeter long sliver of wood stuck perpendicularly in my finger, and thus trying to remove it with my teeth. Note to self, rubbing alcohol is evil.

A regular came in today, the type of woman who only buys stuff of the sale colour and checks each item with us to insure that it is the proper colour. Melissa and I both ended up yelling at her, because we don't take nuthin from nobody!

At five minutes after five, and five minutes after Melissa should have been done, a roll of used flourescent light bulbs jumped out of their hiding place, fell on the ground, and proceded to explode everywhere. Oh. God. Help Me.

Otherwise, work was hard, and I don't think I got to sit down, and I was hoping for a low stress day, but alas, not going to happen.

I love making stuff though. It's fun. And I love cleaning. Last night I stayed up until 1:30 cleaning my workroom and my bathroom. It was so nice to wake up and have it clean. If only I could get a grasp on my bedroom...

Goodnight. I love you.