in the history of beautiful timing... it looks like one of my tax refunds hit, because that's not the right amount for my paycheck, and it's not due until monday, anyhow. squee. :)
dishes are done, save the glasses, and the big pot, which Alison said she'd get. Heather, when you're vacuuming this afternoon, could you run it around in my room real quick, please? i didn't want to wake you up with it last night or Alison this morning.
heh, upon actually calling the bank, it would appear that that is my paycheck after all. whatever. i have money, i'm happy; i'll sort out from where later. :)