I have been living off of chevre, lamb stew, wine, and breads for the past three days.  It’s gross.  I need to go on some kind of diet (story of my life).  I’m caught in this vicious web of left-overs from my gathering on Friday, but I think it’s time to throw away the remaining fromage and every unhealthy tid-bit in my kitchen.  What’s hilarious, is that when I binge, I don’t go to McDonalds or buy 5 packs of M&Ms… I buy expensive, fattening goat cheese and Trader Joes desserts.  I guess that’s not so weird after all.

Well as I sit here downing my last piece of pumpkin bread before I throw it all out I’m feeling REALLY disgusting…

PLAN:

No eating out this week (neither do I have the money or liberty with my pant size)
Resume morning work-outs at the Arc
Plan out this week’s menu in advance, buying each thing and packing it.
Water.

I’ll let you know how it goes.  Meanwhile, I have to clean out the cabinets.

There’s no place like… home?

I have mice– lots of mice.  I think it’s an acute infestation too because usually people have to look for other indicators to figure out that they have mice, since they are really stealth and difficult to spot.  But I saw 5 last night and caught two babies (REALLY traumatic and depressing).  To say the least I am completely revolted and pissed off at management though.  There’s NO excuse for having mice in an apartment that has been vacant for two months

I feel like I’m stuck against a wall and a rock though, because a) I don’t want to move again, period, b) I’m getting used to life in Tustin, c) I don’t want to have to go through a legal battle, d) I don’t want to risk having to live with strangers.

But the mouse problem is a HUGE issue because of how many I’ve seen freely parading around my apartment.  It’s shocking to me too because I’ve lived in over 8 different apartments and houses growing up, and only once have I seen a rat inside the house.  And, it crawled up through the toilet piping at that (when I went to the bathroom at 4AM one morning, to my horror there was a huge sewer rat in the toilet). So, when I saw a big, black mama mouse walk across my clean kitchen two nights ago I started crying…  it was just so unexpected.  I wasn’t sure if it was a mouse or a rat at first either.

Anyhow, hopefully by the end of next week things will be better.  I’m getting the windows fixed, door replaced, linoleum replaced, kitchen torn up and cleaned, and the carpet cleaned by Saturday (not to mention the pest control guy visiting on Monday morning).  I also reported my neighbors’ hang-dry habit and the FILTHY laundry room.

I know moving to this studio probably wasn’t the best decision, but like all of the shitty-ass events that have happened over the past three weeks, I feel like it is/was/has been beyond my control.  Between losing my camera, getting deathly ill, finding vermin in my house, I feel like the universe is playing some sort of game with me, and this is all leading up to something more meaningful and significant.

Killing mice isn’t fun though, and I’ve been trying not to think about it all day, with little success.  I used the glue traps too, with the suggestion of three people from Home Depot, and since they are considered highly cruel I feel like an asshole.  Especially when I picked up a stuck baby mouse, put it in a bag and threw it in the dumpster… I cried for about an hour and can’t think about it without feeling ill.

I’ll upate more tomorrow– I can barely keep my eyes open.