So I did go out last night to T and J's new apartment. It was just the three of us. We gorged on pizza, drank a few beers, played Phase 10, watched half of Tron and after J tucked me into the futon at half past twelve, we all knew I was going to pass out. It was 10 minutes into a Korean movie called 'The Chaser'. In my defense, I was a bit scared so when I closed my eyes when the guy tried to chisel a nail down her skull, I closed my eyes and inadvertently fell asleep. 

"Two beers? Two beeeeeers?" The Husband asked, half surprised and half...disappointed.
"Yes well..we stayed at home." I started explaining
"How boring?" he said losing interest in the conversation.
Wait. What? Would he rather me hitting the clubs and getting drunk off cheap Tequila shots and generally being my badly behaved drunken self with him not their to take care of me? What the..

I came home around two. T and J went over to help the homeless community build something. I didn't go nor did I offer. The last time I tagged around I was mistaken for a new homeless recruit. Not kidding. And this was on a day I had showered and was wearing what I thought were perfectly 'cute' clothes. I've been cleaning the whole day. Or trying to. I'm hooked onto a show called 'Rookie blue' and am almost caught up with it. A cousin of mine is coming tomorrow to stay for a few days. And that's when it hit me that I need to get all my shit cleaned up.

Also the not having the Husband sadness thing is making me live like a slob. A perfectly acceptable meal is either Chinese food or Bananas with honey or Mint chocolate chip icecream. And the plate stays right by the couch.I've collected half cups of coffee from all around the house.

I think I'll deal with my bathroom later.
Like everything else.