Well, you also don't want to overdo it right off and hurt yourself and/or burn out.

True. I need to get myself on some sort of regular schedule though and soon.

I've put the classes on my calendar for this week.

That's a good step!

omnis, if it makes you feel any better, my mom is the same way. Not when Tom's around thank god, because-blergh.

Man, I'm wiped. work is bananas, due to fired person being fired and 8 gazillion things happening at once. And trying to do it all in a mildew stank office. I almost threw up from the stench this morning.

Also, doing the twice daily hydrotherapy on Taz is heartbreaking because he clearly hates it but is just such a good boy and only whimpers and squirms.

Also also- my social-o-meter is maxed out. That is all!

In non-whining news, sorry about slumlord confirmation, smonster. And everyone here is very pretty.

Nora, would that stuff that people talked about help your office? I think damprid or something like that?

will try to Nilly that tomorrow, thanks javachik. I'd forgotten that discussion.

Ew, gross mildew smell!

I lived alone for 12 years. I never close the bathroom door when I'm peeing in front of close girlfriends, but then again, neither do most of them. Of course, we have also have almost 20 years of peeing en masse in bar bathrooms, stripping drunk friends from vomit-spwen clothing and skinny dipping and naked hottubbing, so it ain't no thing.

I close the door at my parent's house, but my mom and sister pee in front of me. Dad, never. Opposite-sex parent squick. I still haven't recovered from seeing my dad's privates while he was recovering from a triple bypass (I know, I know, but I was like ARGH! DAD BALLS! MY EYES!

I am a private pooper, though. I don't even like to admit that I poop.

It's so weird. I realized recently when a (female) acquaintance was staying with me (she and her friend crashed for fhe night on their way back to LA from Portland), that women who've spent time in dorms, or maybe lots of sisters, etc, have a way different take on personal space. I was in the bathroom putting on my makeup and not only did Beth come right in, she started to comment/question about my eyebrows, make-up, etc. It's not that it bothered me, I am just SO not used to women friends who are that familiar? She was perfectly fine, and it's not like I got bent out of shape or anything like that. But I guess since I am on only kid who never shared a dorm or had a female housemate, it was funny.

All that to say: I close the door when I am here in my house ALONE!!!! Because Cayenne is too inquisitive and I just don't want to answer her questions.

Ha. The Biscuit follows me into the bathroom if I leave the door open, too. And if I don't, he lies mournfully at the door until I emerge, and then he checks on me. It's very embarrassing. It feels all, "I am urinating now!"

If i don't close the door the odds of a cat on my lap is pretty high.

But that doesn't meant I close the door

I live alone, so ya, bathroom door wide open. But with people visiting, I close the door. Mom lives alone too. And her doors are loaded with crap so that they can't close. Mine, not so much. Thankfully didn't walk past to see anything, but heard more than I wanted to.