Ugh.  It’s Saturday and plenty of people are out having a great day — shopping, visiting museums and art galleries, taking cake decorating classes, etc.

I am stuck at home, where it is COLD (because the roommate is afraid of using electricity and the man just likes being cold), and I’m listening to the roommate make unfunny jokes about Paula Deen.  At least he tries, I guess.  The man has to work, which is a mixed blessing.  Being somewhere else means he can’t bitch at me about going to a bakery yesterday or not having any money or not having put away the laundry yet.  It also means I can’t go anywhere.  But I probably wouldn’t be able to take the car even if he were here, so maybe his absence is really a net gain.

Truth is, I’m aggravated because today is the first day of Saturday classes at the local community college.  I want to be attending school and instead I’m stuck in this fucking cold-ass house with nothing to do.  Well, that’s not quite true.  I could unload and reload the dishwasher.  I could sweep and mop the kitchen floor and sanitize the counters.  I could clean out the refrigerator.  I could haul all the laundry upstairs and put it away.  I could organize the desk.  I could vacuum the floors and clean cat hair off the couches.  I could change the cat box.  I could clean bathrooms.  I could haul the man’s 97239743 cups out of the bedroom and wash the sheets.  In other words, I could do a bunch of stuff that I ought to be doing, but instead I’m complaining on the internet about having nothing to do.  When put that way, it’s obvious that I should get to work.  But I’m angry and resentful that my role in life has been diminished to scrubbing shit off toilets (basically in exchange for not having to live under a bridge). 

Besides that, my face is clogged up with a shit ton of snot (AGAIN) and I feel like garbage.  I guess I’m going to go on another smoking-hiatus.  I really can’t afford it, and I’ve always known that it negatively impacts my health.  Of course, that’s assuming I’m sick because of the smoking and not because of my rotten fucking luck.