Yesterday I finally got so stir crazy that I actually left the house for a while and can I just say? It was super hard to come back home.  I love my home.  I love our apartment and hangin' with the kitty and the forty or fifty really loud ducks that hang out in our side yard.  I love my job.  But yesterday I hit my breaking point where I just sort of snapped and said "that's it, I have to get out of here."  So I went to Fred Meyer and bought new light bulbs for the living room lamps.  Exciting.  And it took me forever to decide on which light bulbs I wanted, not because I wasn't sure which kind to get but because there were so many choices of bulb for my type of lamp.  Also, have there been advances in soft light technology?  The last time I bought a soft white light bulb was by accident back in college and that thing made me feel like I was swimming in a toilet that hadn't been flushed in a while.  Seriously, the white walls of my dorm room were yucky "someone has a bad diet" yellow.  Who wants their home to look like that?  But somehow, the soft white choices greatly outnumbered the not soft white choices.  This is something I do not understand.

Also, before the uber environmental among you get all up in my grill over choosing a regular light bulb instead of one of the energy savers, I know, okay?  I know the energy savers are better.  I know they last longer.  I know they save money on the electric bill and that they don't give off as much heat.  I know all of these things.  But somehow, Will and I managed to buy what are probably the only two floor lamps in existence that are not spiral energy saving light bulb compliant.  I bought those kinds of bulbs once back in Roseburg and when I screwed them in, they did. not. work.  They work in our bedroom lamps, the floor lamp in "the office", and even in the dining room light fixture, but they will not work in the living room.  And? We cannot afford to get new living room floor lamps right now.  So. Um. Psssbbbbbllllltttth.

In unrelated news, today is laundry day, which means that I am sitting on the couch in my pajamas, looking at the piles of laundry I have to do and wondering exactly how long I can put off taking care of them.  To be honest, I don't mind doing the laundry.  I don't even mind trekking back and forth from the laundry room (dude, it is so much better than having to go to the laundromat every week) with each load.  I just…. well, can we invent something that prevents wrinkles and makes it so that I don't have to fold the laundry?  I hate folding laundry.  I hate folding it.  I hate putting it away.  Rawr.  I do, however, like the going outside and getting fresh air every thirty eight minutes though.

Look!  I'm posting first thing(ish) in the morning! Woo!