Fuck fuck fuck!
Just want to lie here all day, and play around on the computer, and listen to Taylor breathing (oh she looks so cute this morning!).
Do not want to get up and clean, but it is almost afternoon and the clock is starting to nag, and so is my rumbling tummy. I guess I’ll make some oatmeal and do some dishes, give the cat her morning inhaler, and try to motivate myself to shove my clothes (which have been flung about everywhere) into a bag or two, or three.
Ugh, housesitting. So lovely until you have to give the house back.