So very, very tired. I've been sleeping very light lately, and last night I was up for hours in the middle of the night with general anxiety. I think it started with a fear of flash ice age/ glaciers (thanks to seeing The Day After Tomorrow yesterday), which tells you just how irrational I am in the middle of the night. But even after Tim came to bed and I wasn't so scared, I was still anxious. Gah.

It doesn't help that I couldn't sleep in this weekend -- both Saturday and Sunday we were woken up by the housepainters either blasting the house with high-pressure water or scraping old paint off the windowsill literally 2 feet from my head. Sigh. I took a nap on Saturday, which helped, but with only getting about 4 hours sleep last night, I'm barely keeping my eyes open today.

It was a good weekend, though, despite all this. We had breakfast out on Saturday, and Tim bought us lots of entertainment (season one of Northern Exposure and season two of The West Wing, not to mention three XBOX games) at Best Buy. We ended up watching a LOT of West Wing, because it's addictive, and Tim played lots of Enter the Matrix, because that game rocks.

The only writing-related thing I got done all weekend was locating the folder where my novel notes & outline were hiding (I had put it in a special spot so I wouldn't lose it, but then of course forgot where that was). The plan is to lug the laptop along on the commute on the days I don't go work out, so I can revise/ fix typos & reread the novel before getting back into working on it. Must finish the draft, and soon. It's taken me far too long.

Completely random note: 7 years ago Saturday I moved out here from Indiana. Yow. Time flies.

I tried two new recipes this weekend, one of them a Lemony Chicken Couscous that was so damn tasty I wanted to cry (not literally). Tim bought organic chicken, and it is so much better than the other stuff that I'm gonna insist on it from now on; my leftover squeamishness over eating meat was gone when I tasted the organic chicken, and I had to stop myself from nibbling it away before I added it to the dish.

We have an old refridgerator that alternately freezes in the back, then warms up, so unless we stay on top of it, we have standing water in the bottom of it. This weekend we found out another downside of this crappy appliance -- a glass bottle in the back of the 'fridge froze and shattered, sprinkling the entire 'fridge with glass shards. Luckily, we don't leave anything open (since it would get filled with nasty water), but then again, I discovered the glass only because the "ice" that I was sweeping out was cutting me. Gah. I hate this thing. We'd have the landlady fix it except that a) she wouldn't and b) even if she did fix it, we really don't want to deal with her.

I guess that's enough of my whining for one day. Happy Monday.