Dakota

Cleaning is a hideous bitch goddess.

Things I found:

- a lot of sentimental cards from Matt (and Jamie), including the one where Matt got me tickets to Avenue Q. Forgetting, I guess, to say it was going to be in Las Vegas. It remains the best surprise of my life. He would not have it any other way.

- a million pens. Seriously, I think I have a problem.

- enough address labels to assure me that if I ever do move, too many trees died in vain. Seriously, you give $25 to one AIDS charity, and they stock you for life. And the cancer charities are all like "I want in!" and give me freebies. Of course I received my first parcel of paid-for, stylish and transparent address labels about a month before all this.

- several notepads. Again, set for life.

- more goddamn CDs I can't live without. Shit, man, I need a CD case. That $600 from the government will be put to good use.

- tape. I was missing Scotch tape for a while now. Of course now I cannot find the dispenser.

I don't want to clean upstairs, despite the reality that I need to.

That is all.