Category — cleaning

So, I guess Portland is weathering an Arctic Blast™ right now. (WEATHERING…GENIUS!)

I am incredibly jealous. I love nothing better than a good ice and snow storm in Portland if for no other reason than the excuse to sit all jammified on the couch and watch the local news teams freak the frak out.

Of course, we’re having a “cold snap” here in San Francisco, too, but it’s not the same. It’s about 40 degrees right now which means I actually have to wear a coat and the gay homeless dudes on Castro are sporting extra rainbow blankets.

I made that up.

In other news, the kittens (read: WHISKEY) will not stop getting poop all over themselves and then climbing into bed with me in the morning to purr and rub me in a loving, sweet, poopy way. It’s glorious. No wait – it is the opposite of that.

Uhhh…GOD…that’s all I’ve got. I think I’m suffering from a bout of ennui and neurasthenia and other Proustian thingies.

I don’t want your pity (OH BUT I DO) and I know I hold the key to my own happiness and blah blah blah but I am by nature naughty a solitary person so I think what I’m feeling is just a misguided sense of guilt over not being social. I really want to see Andie and Super Fan Susan and maybe Beth T if she’s into it, but at the same time I really want to clean the apartment, take a bath, and watch The Gilmore Girls.

Oh well. I’ll figure it out. Or I’ll just get more cats. Whatever.

I’ll blog with words tomorrow but here are some pictures to keep us all busy and productive.

WRONG.

So, I’m fairly certain I have an abscessed tooth.

That’s sexy, right?

Anyway, I had a root canal about oh, seven years ago and then couldn’t afford a crown and now all hell has broken loose in my mouth.

It’s either that or I overdid it on the hot sauce yesterday in my pita sandwich. In any case, I’m going to the dentist this morning. I’m positive it won’t cost us more than five or six million dollars.

In other news, we’re still living surrounded by piles and piles of boxes and this does not activate my latent OCD AT ALL. I’m fine with it (grinds teeth) just FINE. And Dane’s fine with it, too. He’s fine because instead of looking around for his, I don’t know, The Punisher place holders or whatever like a normal person, he just asks me where are his The Punisher place holders . And then the laser beams shoot out of my eyes and my head explodes.

Back to the tooth situation – I’m a little scared to go to the dentist because they always reprimand me for not flossing even though I do floss and they break out those little slides of bacteria and show me what not flossing even though I do floss is doing to my gums and the woman showing me the slides has perfect white teeth and I know she is judging me. Harshly.

I’m guessing they are going to schedule an emergency root canal/tooth extraction (zomg! Fake tooth!At least it’s way in the back) and I’ll be all puffy and medicated and unable to drink alcohol for a few days. Booooo.

I would liveblog my dentist trip but that would be gross.

Wish me luck.