:: Satisfied ::
I'm feeling pretty satisfied with myself tonight. I'm not necessarily sure that I have a reason to, but I'm feeling that way nonetheless. So don't ruin it for me.
I cleaned my house today, which is something that I should have done a while ago. It's difficult for me to keep the whole "clean" thing in mind when all I really want to do is sit on the couch and let the Robot God entertain me. I'm in the habit of just throwing things in a random direction and leaving them where they land. This includes books, papers, mail, bills, people, small dogs, and anything else that I'm carrying as I enter my home.
I need to work on that. That and laundry. Oh, how I hate laundry. I long for the day when we all have replicators ala Star Trek, and I can just de-replicate my dirty clothes and re-replicate new ones. The same with dishes.
Also, I made myself dinner tonight - like, I actually *made* dinner. I made pasta and sauce and all that crap. I typically don't do these sorts of things because I hate cleaning up afterwards, but I had a twinge of motivation tonight, so I figured - what the hell?
Also - FuzzyMarc sucks walrus testicles.