on the 3rd day of christmas...

if i had had a moment to breathe, I probably would have blogged this weekend. I got a couple hours of sleep. I was up til 2 am last night finishing xmas presents and cleaning up the mess that said gifts created. Hopefully dad won't notice the teeny tiny hole I accidentally drilled in the table before I knew the drill actually worked. Hopefully mom will think the telltale brown stains on the carpet in various locations around the house are fudge. Hopefully emily is as keen on cleaning tomorrow as she talked glibly about tonight. hopefully I won't have any calls tonight on the aid unit. it's always the 2 am puker who has been sick since noon and is just too tired to drive themselves to the hospital so the doctor can tell them they're fine and send them home to continue vomiting. on a tuesday night, that's pretty standard. it's getting colder outside, which makes me excited about the new Alaskan winter ale that is NOT in mom and dad's house, but chilling respectfully in my car, which incidentally has a dead battery. maybe I should take the $4900 that one dude offered me for the 'hoe.

I pretty much have no skin left on my hands and my fingernails are broken and peeled down to the nubs from the various cleaning agents I have been using, both at home and at Peter's job site, cleaning up after the crew. Pete paid me yesterday, and it was $445. for less than 5 hours of work, I'll take it. It also happened to be almost the exact amount that I needed to send to Jenn for my rent deposit. On my house. My new house. I am so excited. space, room, my own... it is worth almost everything to me. I can't wait to get there, to build a fire, make a bed and sleep.