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I had a little nervous breakdown last night because I really hate my clothes.  I don't have hardly any warm shirts.  So I end up freezing all the time.  All of my long sleeve shirts are actually 3/4 sleeve.  This leaves me cold.  Also, most of my wardrobe is from my lab days and it's all stretched, stained, or filled with holes.  Add to that my recent weight gain and nothing fits right.  It's so depressing.  I also have no money to buy new clothes so I'm going to have to suffer.  I am getting a little money for house sitting next week, so maybe I'll go shopping then.  Until then I'll just have to be chubby and cold and unfashionable.

I'm super excited about T-day tomorrow.  The Peanut is in town and I'll get to see her and her fam tomorrow night.  We're tentativly going to the Koren Health Spa on Friday, which is REALLY exciting.  I can certainly use that.  Although, again...I'm feeling quite chubby.  If I could just lay off the sweets.  It's not a lack activity, it's an inability to not eat sugar and stop eating when full.

I'm feeling a littlt put-off by my roommates right now.  It's only another month, so I'm able to sort of ignore it.  I just wish they would do their part as far as housecleaning.  It's always this way.  I feel like I'm always doing all of the cleaning whenever I live with other people.  It wasn't so bad in the other Wallingford house.  My current most annoying roommate will leave a plate of food in the kitchen with food scraps on it.  Like huge chunks of fatty meat.  It's the first thing I see in the morning when I go to make coffee.  I'm so repulsed by him right now.  Every day I find another reason why I can't wait to no longer live with him.  The other two are fine really.  They at least thank me and are able to admit that they need to pick up the slack. 

I know part of it is I'm just more anal than most people.  I like routine.  When I lived alone I always cleaned my kitchen before bed.  It's very important when you live in a studio.  You have so little space.  I would vomit if I had to sleep with the smell of my dishes around me.  I was pretty religious about cleaning for an hour or two every Sunday.  Laundry, sweeping, tidying up.  I can't think in a dirty space.  Clutter doesn't irk me as much.  It's filth that irks me.  Dirty kitchens and bathrooms are my bane.  The biggest offence I find is dirty litter boxes and cat areas.  How can you do that to your kitty?  Would you want to poop where your poop already was?  No.  Would you want to eat in a diry spot?  No.  Would you want stale icky water?  No.

Sigh.  I can't stand pigginess and some of my favorite people are horrible pigs.