ivyology | (no subject)

I like how I can get nine hours of sleep, do absolutely nothing with my day but view one apartment and play with my cat, and still feel the need to nap for an hour and a half. The best part is that I don't even know what I like more, the sleeping or the doing nothing. But hurray for hedonism.

But by the way, Everwood broke my fucking heart. And it's not even the last one. And then Gilmore Girls took the wounded little pieces and crushed them in its fist. And it was the last. And you know Everwood has been good all along but Gilmore Girls has been pissing me off, and I kept saying, this is it, you have till the end of the season to prove you're going somewhere with this, and then they did, and oh I wish they hadn't! Because it hurt, and I'd rather just be a disgruntled ex-fan, really, because then there'd be righteous anger and all.

The apartment I saw today was horrifying. I'm seeing another one Sunday, hopefully not horrifying but who knows. It feels weirdly like receiving a very bad present, having to smile and feign enthusiasm and all. But I remain stubbornly optimistic. My needs are not extraordinary. Clean, decent light, enough room for bed/desk/couch/table/bookcase, and that doesn't seem like it's asking too much.

Libby is sleeping under the rug again. She is so weird.