Pity Party Post! Everyone's invited!

2010 is the year I have officially given up on the "spend your year like you spent the first day of it" superstition, as so far today, I've done laundry, washed dishes, planned for a party (not the pity party I'm currently having) that never happened, and I'm ending the evening alone, crying, and cleaning up the cat diarrhea that is spread from one end of the living room to the other. I think I'm going to have to steamclean the carpet. There was a family emergency, so Michelle is out of town, I haven't spent an evening alone with her in over two weeks, and the cats won't stop breaking things. The ones who aren't expelling bubbles of shit everywhere, that is.

So, verily, fuck today. Fuck it right in the goat ear.