I love how something horrible happens in our home just as we'e expecting guests: In this case a lovely plug of hair (black) and soap (which I am allergic to) in the bathroom sink just two days before I'm expecting van
for the night. Blegh.
I am trying the bicarb-and vinegar approach right now, because I don't want to have to go out and buy drain cleaner, after a CERTAIN SCENE in Supernatural
freaked me the hell out.
I don't think it's going to work, but it's worth a try...?
This morning I felt miserable in a DO NOT WANT to get up kind of way, so I took a coupl of hours extra sleep and settleddown to work here, only to find that most of my stuff is at the museum.
I'm happy with the shape my current chapter's taking though, so that's a plus :) Now if only I were feeling better, cause I think I might go back to bed with the mehs.