It’s one of those weeks that’s so busy that the only time I have to blog is sitting on the subway with a huge bag of dildos under my feet.
You think I’m kidding…
The Blank Canvas Tour gang arrives tomorrow, and I figured it wise to clear out my apartment of all of my unmentionables seeing as kids finding the random stray dildo is probably a little more than what they probably want to explain…
See? I think ahead!
However, there may be rotten food in the fridge and a bag of rotting potatoes in the kitchen.
The Blank Canvas Tour has agreed to help me move some of my stuff seeing as I’m carless and they’re not. While I’m eternally grateful for the help, I also think that they might be mildly insane. They’re not just helping me move, they’re helping me move in New York City… that’s the sort of thing that you’re supposed to scream “Not it!” for.
But I like crazy. And hopefully once some stuff is moved, I can be remarkably less crazy.
In other news, the floor in the bedroom we’re renovating currently looks like this:
James and Jesus (yes, we have a carpenter friend named Jesus) decided that it was a good idea to rip up the floor (which was definitely shitty) and discovered less shitty looking tile underneath (but with my luck it’s probably made of asbestos) and something like three varieties of mold. Yay!
And on top of all that, I’m supposed to be wrapping up a work project. But at least they’re buying me lunch today.
Who do you think might self-implode sometime this week? Any guesses?
But you know what? I have the best friends ever, so that makes everything all right. I am truly blessed.