A friend pointed out that there is a logical explanation for yesterday's events. Small, drunk Irish people in uniforms, jumping around? THEY WERE LEPRECHAUNS! I can't believe I didn't think of that myself.

Unemployment still ticking along- I'm managing to keep very busy (although part of what I consider being busy involves staying in bed until noon). I was proud to find out upon being laid off that my personal finances were in order and that my financial safety net was right there to catch me when I needed it (and I've needed it since January, since my former company hasn't paid me since then. Ahem. But I digress). And I've had no trouble cutting back on luxuries because, really, I have very few. I did a lot of shopping last year for things I needed- new clothes, a good suit, a new computer- so I'm pretty much set on all of life's big purchases. I really was not feeling deprived at all on my newly tightened budget- until I saw all the laundry piled up in the bin. That hurt my heart- the realization that there is no way I can justify sending out the laundry as long as I'm unemployed. I have to do it myself- pull out my old lady cart and drag my butt to the laundromat. I was truly hoping having loads of free time would turn me into Suzy Homemaker, and it is so not happening. This is a disappointment to me. I'm not a total slob, I manage to put most things in their place most of the time, but in my dreams, my house would look like the IKEA catalog. I'm halfway there- I bought all the IKEA stuff, but then I piled all the rest of my junk on top of it. Then I spend my time constantly trying to throw stuff out in hopes that someday I'll throw out enough so that the place looks decent. Bah.