My day off. I took the day off work today. It was a planned absence, not one of those "I don't feel like going to work, so I'm calling in sick" things. I'd hesitate to call it a mental health day, since it seems like the people who say they're taking a "mental health day" tend to be the most annoying people in the office, the ones who spaz out about Mondays and all that crap. So it's just a day off, mainly to take care of all the junk I can't take care of during a normal work week. There are just way too many offices that are only open on Monday through Friday from 9-5. Or from 9-4.

So this morning, I went to the doctor's office to gripe about an overcharge, I went to the social security office and applied for a new card with my new name, I stopped by the post office to mail some packages, and I returned the DVDs that Tim and I rented this weekend. I did all of this in about an hour, then I came home and put together a lasagna for dinner. I've been cleaning the apartment for the last few hours. Tim's in the kitchen cleaning that up, and I've been handling the living room and the nerd room (our name for the spare bedroom where we keep the computers). Our eventual goal is to have the house in presentable enough condition to have a party in a month or so. We'll see how that goes.

I got the Super-Librarian Organization Bug this weekend and I ended up reorganizing a bunch of my CDs. My brother got me one of those 208-capacity CD albums for Christmas a couple of years back, and I finally got around to stuffing a bunch of neatly-alphabetized CDs in it. I also put away all the loose CDs that were floating around, which doesn't sound like much, but there were about 75 of them. Ergh. I've never been kind to my music collection and I tend to have CDs floating around all over the place.

I'm also shocked by the amount of shitty music I bothered to spend money on. I looked through the CD album from the last time I stuffed CDs in an album (circa late 2000, aka the Unemployment Days) and there were way too many shitty emo CDs floating around in there. I also own an inordinate amount of shitty goth and industrial CDs. I look at that junk and I wish I had the money back. Anyone wanna buy a bunch of shitty CDs that don't have cases? I'd list the titles, but it'd be too embarrassing.

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Speaking of music, I've decided that when I get knocked up, I'm going to play the Katamari Damacy soundtrack for my unborn child. That oughta make the baby nice and smart.  ¶ 3/21/2005 04:08:00 PM