Somebody please tell me not to put $64 of nail polish on my credit card when I'm having trouble making rent!!! I mean, that's fucking nuts. Don't be stupid, smonster. I can buy nail polish when I get a job and/or a roommate.

Don't do it smonster! Wait for the nail polish box to visit you!

I've had the nail polish box twice. It's fun, but ain't no Zoya in it.

But there might be next time!

I'd wait, smonster. Save the money for some excellent New Orleans food.

I'd wait. Who knows, maybe it will make it into the box!

Did yardwork this morning. A lot of swearing at vines and that damned elmlike stump that wants to come back and puts up runners everywhere. Then swam and picked up one of those closetmaid cubicle storage thingies and spent until just now putting it together. Now I need to load it up and organize my crap, but I'm kinda done right now. Gonna do wine on the deck in a bit.

I do not want to go back to work. I think I would be happy if I never had to work again, but still had money. Alas, this is not to be.

I didn't even get my whole apartment cleaned, but it has been taken down from "Hoarders" to "untidy/eclectic" in most rooms. Now I have to shampoo my carpets, though. I think I might shampoo around my furniture, as I just cannot face moving it again.

We had a very successful peach pie, and watched the World Cup game. Very suspenseful! And I can't say I found the result unfair:

The US blew too many chances to finish it off, and Japan really had control of possession in a way that the US didn't for much of the game.

Also, for once the referees didn't interfere with the result, and there weren't too many fouls, and nobody faked any injuries. Well done, all. I was quite impressed with how cordial everyone on the field was, compared with some of the other games (and the men's World Cup).

But there might be next time!

Juliana was showing off many bottles of Zoya polish just this morning. It was sparkly.

Brunch was very fun and tasty, but too sunny and I'm now very burnt. Ah well.

Oh! I forgot to tell you all the end of the catsitting saga! Recall a couple weeks ago, when my neighbors were out of town, they hired a catsitter for the first two weeks, and asked me to watch them the last week? And when I went to get into the house, there was no key, and I had to call a locksmith to get me in, and the cats were really hungry and clearly no one had been there for a couple days? Yeah.

So. The day before my neighbors K. & B. were to return, the key, which had disappeared, reappeared in its assigned place. K. came over the next day, bringing me a present she got me in Spain, and told me that she'd only gotten my messages when they were on the way home from the airport, but the key was there and maybe I'd forgotten where they said it would be? I explained that no, indeed, the key had been gone, and had only been put back the day before. I handed her the locksmith's invoice. She then told me that B. had gotten a voicemail from the catsitter (a "friend" of his) the morning of the day the key reappeared, asking if they were home yet. It became clear what happened: the guy put their key on his keyring, forgot about it after he left the last time, realized his mistake the day before they were to get back, called them to see if they were home (to discover his mistake), and when they weren't, quickly went and put the key where it should be so they wouldn't find out. Hopefully he checked on the cats when he did that.

K. was FURIOUS. She paid me for the locksmith immediately and was very grateful that I'd gotten myself in to check on them. I suspect she reamed the guy a new large one. The cats would have been a week without food!