Stuffed, like a potato. Or a cat.

I feel like my insides are coated with dust. Or like I am breathing into a dusty bag over my head. Drinking (and eating) feels amazingly calming to the dustiness.

I recently bought some energy drinks in preparation for the blogathon (less than 2 months away!) and so I decided to test one today. Which resulted in me cleaning like a crazy Sez. I am allergic to cleaning. I have no issues living in a dusty home, but cleaning up that dust? Ugh… my eyse itch, my nose has been pouring for HOURS which has caused my ears to block. So that’s fun.

I’m very satisfied with the amount of clean I accomplished. I would have done more, but Jake came home and he has such a calming effect on me that it was like I hadn’t artificially boosted myself at all.

I’m wearing one of my favourite skirts today. It’s awesome, but so long that I sweep the floor as I walk. Which was part of the reason I went cleany-crazy. (I don’t know why I called it one of my favourites. I have 2 favourite skirts… but then I only have 2 skirts. They are both awesome though. This one is at least 10 years old, and has an elastic waist that gave up its elasticity a long time ago.)

Ugh… humid. We need to get another little fan. At the moment we only have one, and Jake has it pointed at him on the couch. He gets uncomfortable in the heat more than I do, so he gets fan priority if he needs it.