I'm still here...

Seriously, you drive me crazy. Of course I'm fading away; what do you expect? I care too much for you to try to stick around, at least right now. I'm not going to torture myself more than I already am by trying to spend time with you. Why do I care? Dunno. Don't know why I have such strong feelings, but they're here, and that's why I've limited my contact with you. However, you have my number. You know how to reach me. I'm still here.

Yes, it's entirely possible, perhaps likely, that you didn't write that shit for my benefit. But I don't buy it. You know I read them, you know I care for you, and you know exactly what I'll take away from it. So if you want to talk to me, talk to me. Don't simply blog to me. Stop being a shit.

Ok, now that that's off my chest...

I absolutely love my bedroom set; and the bedroom itself for that matter. The paint & new blinds look fabulous. The carpet is clean(er). And the storage will help me keep things cleaner. Still working on the rest of the house, but at least it's no longer the disaster it was. I'm ok with having company, now! How long has it been since that's happened?!

Next I need to finish the touch-up painting in the bedroom and finish painting the hallway. This week has been a break from the painting in order to try to finish packing up Christmas Decor and cleaning out the other crap that got moved to the living room (as well as shampooing the couch). So I'll be back to painting shortly.

Hopefully I can pay everything off relatively soon. Now I'm just itching to get the new couch and try to get the living area the way I want it. Though next I should put some money into the cats (yes, yes, they need to be fixed; holy crap; if I'd only known).

Anyway. Off to bed.