I shouldn't complain

I knew I was signing a deal with the devil when we switched to Comcast, but the bleepers bleeping bleeped up with their bleeping billing. AGAIN. I am not pleased. This means I have yet another phone call (or possibly three, depending on whether I need to call the credit union if Comcast says it's their fault) to make tomorrow. I hate making phone calls. So draining.

Ah well.

The good thing I forgot last night was that this weekend (shut up) Geoff and I managed to get the kitchen floor clean. Considering we were both feeling off, that was a major accomplishment. And the best(/worst) part is that our work shows. It pleases me to see the floor clean.