Sunday night.

We have gotten so much done this weekend. Our house almost looks like people live here rather than just come in and throw their junk down before heading to a hotel where there's maid service every day. It's.. nice. I suppose I was inspired by the ebay lady, as mentioned yesterday. After dinner, I've spent most of my time fiddling with my journal style. Yes, yes, plenty of stuff that I need to do, but this was important! (Based on Transmogrified, by absolut. Thank you!) I'm kind of done now. By that, of course, I mean that there are several little things that I should change, but I probably won't ever get around to it because I stopped working on it now.)

You know what I don't understand? People who comment on really popular blogs and just say "First?" or similar. What is the allure of being the first to comment? "Hi, I'm K. I have no life and obsessively refresh this page hoping for a chance to be first to comment." Or maybe I'm just not up with the all the coolness, or something.

Oh, dear. I just remembered that the sheets are still in the dryer. I should perhaps be making the bed up rather than posting here.