No posts for the weary. They make me work at work now, and then I clean when I get home. I clean because my mother is visiting in three days, a subject I wrote a very neurotic post about only to have Blogger delete the entire damn thing. Suffice it to say that I have Mommy issues, and that they have made me do really insane things like bleach-wipe the insides of my ventilation ducts (never mind that my mother is A. not staying in my apartment and B. I haven't seen her dust or 409 anything in over a decade). Suffice it also to say that I am fed up with Blogger and its adolescent mood swings. My one-year blogiversay is coming up and I just might celebrate the occasion by migrating to a new server-- any recommendations (or cautionary tales) from the peanut gallery?
Tonight is Death Cab for Cutie and Franz Ferdinand. It's gonna be freakfraggin awesome, if a little nostalgic (whither fall 2004?). Stay tuned for blurry photos and recaps of white people dancing in the aisles of their forebearers.