Yesterday was a super boring day. I had very little work to do- not sure why, but I had maybe three calls the entire day, and those were from people for whom I’d left voicemail messages earlier, just returning my calls and answering my questions. So that meant that instead of giving me more to do, the phonecalls actually made my day easier. Crazy. I was disgruntled because I was bored, but it was pointed out to me that bored is better than panickystressed, so I guess I shouldn’t complain too much.
The evening was one of roommate bonding. Lacey and I shared a pizza, watched junky VH1 shows, shared analysis of Wednesday’s Project Runway, and put together a Craigslist ad. Oh yeah, Lacey has decided that it’s time to find a renter for the extra bedroom, and as a certain person is (surely wisely) choosing the free rent option, we are going to have to advertise. I am- I think understandably- apprehensive about adding a third person to the house. We’ve been supremely comfortable so far, with compatible schedules, living habits, and boyfriends. We’ll just have to make sure that we get someone good. And at least I have the benefit of my own bathroom and the ability to hermit in the basement when I need to.
This weekend I get to go shopping with the Boy to help him find teachery clothes. I am probably a little too excited about this.