It's hard to be funny when you have to be clean

With my long weekend half over, I am pleased with my productivity thus far. I have enjoyed two great nights of uninterrupted sleep (no alarm clock is amazing). My mommy came over yesterday morning (well actually it was the afternoon but I had just woken up so it felt like morning). She brought me some beautiful potted tulips (and a starbucks card!) for Valentines. We curled up on my couch and talked for a while which was very refreshing after a stressful workweek. A girl needs to curl up with their mommy every once in a while.

After she left, I turned into a whirling dervish of cleaning. I must admit that for the past few weeks I've been living in something akin to squalor. And I do not say that lightly. With about fifteen old Dr. Peppers and piles of laundry, felt, trash, shoes and who knows what else piled on my floor, my room was somewhat impassible. After shamefully filling an entire trash bag with the piles of freaking trash I had in my room, I had to refuel so I went out to snag some DP. I am proud to say that the health and safety administration would no longer consider my bedroom and kitchen a health hazard. Today I plan to conquer my studio, bathroom and the living room.

In addition to my excavation efforts, I also spent some time creating new flowers for Prude and Prudence that I will hopefully be listing soon. I've got to sync my ipod so that I can have to new Ricky Gervais audiobook and walk around my apartment laughing like a bafoon.