I can't decide if I should just have some easy snacky food for supper or order in. My kitchen is too messy to cook without cleaning first and I am in the middle of painting, so ordering in sounds good. OTOH, I will feel compelled to change out of painting clothes (15 y.o. T-shirt covered in paint and BRIGHT pink and green Scooby Doo PJ bottoms that are about 4 inches too short). I am torn and geting hungrier by the minute.

If anyone wants to do for me what just happened with Colin and Allyson I'd be most grateful. My rent just went up again, and I don't want to be paying that. But you have to go as far as the brothers, because I totally don't have the energy to apartment hunt, much less carry shit.

Allyson, I think you'll love the place, and so will Ruby. Good sized living room, lots of light.

On the other hand, I might just move into Colin's house while he's off filming Eureka. If only he was buying anywhere near my home or works.

Sue, if you order in, you don't have to change at all. Give the delivery man a thrill/giggle!

I'm still stuffed from our Chicagoista Polish breakfast (potato pancakes, some sausage, borscht, and yummy fruit juice that wasn't overly sweetened--in fact, it might not have had any sugar added to the fruit and water at all). I don't think I'll be eating until dinnertime, and a late one at that.

The only time I order pizza is when I'm painting. Without pizza and beer, painting is too awful to contemplate. Whoever is delivering the food has certainly seen worse than Scooby Doo PJ bottoms.

I have no idea how I am supposed to cut in the top of the wall in my stairwell

Sue, I read that as "cut a HOLE in the top of the wall" and was thinking "Why do you need a hole in the wall? And is it really safe to do that while precariously perched??" I'm glad, upon rereading, to see you merely risked getting paint everywhere. I hope.

I finally left my house shortly before 2pm to go to the doughnut store. Where they were out of most of the good doughnuts. CURSES! But they still had some. And a latte. Which was really the key.

And a latte. Which was really the key.

I looked blankly at that, thinking "No, Dawn's the key."

It's possible I need a lie-down.

Sue, if you order in, you don't have to change at all. Give the delivery man a thrill/giggle!

Trust me, it will be no thrill for him. I think I am still scarred by the time I was ordering fast food in my painting clothes (and totally covered in black paint) and the woman behind the counter told me that she thought I was homeless until she realized I had probably been painting.

It's all different inside your house, Sue. At least, that's my hope.

I wonder what I have for dinner.

Pizza is ordered, and I'm compromising by changing the pants only. And putting on a bra.

Mac's uncle is a good egg and took him today after church despite a raging headache. That allowed me to buy groceries, put them away, halfway clean the kitchen, do a load of laundry and start in on some cooking for the coming week. They are on there way here now and I am going to try to sneak in some living room work.