Feh

[tiamatlady]

I feel as tho I should now do something with my day.
What happened to, I'm going to relax and do nothing?
But I keep reading about Xmas cards, and I'd like to get those done and out. My printer is crap tho, so I think handmade ones are going to wait til next year.

I'm going to drive down to the *gag* maul and go to the Hallmark store and get the cards. I need something I can get more of, if I underestimate how many cards I need (or, what I did last year - bought too many and returned a whole box.) And I wanted to see what's up with the parking situation.

I went out to bunicula and dancer's last night, because I'd rather be trapped somewhere not my room, with people last night (although this morning it was proven to me that I am SO not the most social creature when I first wake, AND I need to NOT be responsible for anyone but myself in the mornings since I get that grumpy) I drove home, to fain white Hell on Earth. There's no room in visitor parking, since noone has moved, noone has plowed. They've actually plowed very little, and, my spot is COMPLETELY snowed in, as it gets ADDED too minute by minute, thanks to my stupid neighbor, who waited til she was completely iced in to move her tiny sports car, and is slipping and sliding all over the place, AND the oh-so-nice gentlemen helping her dig out, by throwing the snow into MY space. Neighbor on the other side - has NOT dug out at all. Basically, until ALL three of us leave, they wont' plow in. OK, MAYBE if neighbor who WAS digging out stays out of the space it'll get plowed. but, I know what she's thinking "hey, my space is clear, I'll just park back in it."

Then, there was the conversation with my mother. yesterday it was "You're silly for driving, whatever, yeah they'll have the space cleaned out" but today it's "I TOLD You not to move your car!" Seems, I threw a hissy fit last night when I was asked, politely, not to go out, so that we wouldn't have to worry about the space. Oddly enough, this conversation didn't actually happen. A lot of what my mother bitched at me today actually did not happen. I keep forgetting that she is what she is, no matter how rational she might seem at time. Apparently _I_ am the sole reason we have not sold this condo. Considering she's NEVER made any attempt to do more than hem and haw about it, I find this statement amusing. It's my boxes of books that are the SOLE problem in her life. Uh huh. Except for everything else you blame me for. *hand* whatever.

So, does anyone have a room they want to rent out? I require a bit of privacy, somewhere to park my car, and access to cable and the Internet in my room. I won't expect to be fed, I don't expect to have to socialize, nor do I wish to be forced to socialize. I'll only bring what I need, basically clothes, my computer and desk, my TV. I do expect to have a shelf in the fridge, or half of one, and a shelf in whatever passes for a pantry. I'll even clean up after myself immediately, which isn't something I usually do (I like to eat, and settle and clean up at 3 in the morning, but hey, I'll live) All my other crap will go into one of my storage units, until I have my own place. I seriously don't know what I'm thinking, thinking I can live with her - if she buys a house and it's more than she can handle she'll be blaming me.

Feh, I don't want to go out. Maybe I will later, closer to maul closing time. I should go check on my space. If the dumb chick is done ruining my space, maybe I can dig it out to the back, and prevent the plow from getting to HER spot. *evil grin*

off to check how late the maul is open. I'm hoping one of my British peeps makes an appearance, it's only 9PM.