now to unpack the books. that will take no time at all. i brought them all in. all i have to do is empty and break down the boxes. so i'm saving that. doc said he might get off work early tonight. i'm not counting on it, but it would be cool.
the key to getting along, i have found, is me not being a raging bitch. things are going much more smoothly. i really have to watch my moods and how i react to him. he's not as annoying as i make out. i also have to, and this is important, watch my tone with him. i'm so used to being defensive, it just comes out of me before i think, and BAM, damage done. so with these things in mind, i'm behaving myself. i'm also trying not to whine so much. i whine a lot.
lawrence o'donnell is talking about the "war on xmas". oy. pat robertson is funny. he's so deluded and he has this tv pulpit to speak from, and all he does is spread hate. it isn't very christ-like.
i feel like i forgot something. but i emptied the vacuum, vacuumed the house, fed the cats, cleaned the litter boxes . . . i guess i did everything but the dishes, and i refuse to do those. he lets them stack up, but he does them. i'm still using paper plates from when we first moved in. i use spoons, for yogurt, but that's about all.
ooh, the Top Gear apocalypse special. cool, i slept through it the other day. or i talked to doc all through it or something. i don't remember, but i missed it. it's hosted by Richard Hammond and James May, my two favorite presenters. Jeremy Clarkson is funny, but i like the other two when they team up.