Creepy...

Stayed at the Terrorist's house last night.
Since Nate's been around this week I haven't seen him much and I missed him, so I bribed my coworkers into letting me leave early, since it was his last kid free night.* 
Got up early, brought him to work, went and picked up my laundry and came to the laundromat.  When I first got here it was silent.  It was so weird.  I've never been to a silent laundromat.  Even if there are no people in it there are at least washers or dryers going.  (I say I've never been to a silent laundromat but I know that's not true because I used to go to this 24-hour one in South Portland that was empty at times... but RECENTLY I haven't been to a silent laundromat... especially not during the daytime.)
Since Nathan's gone that's my official notice to get off my ass and start looking for a new job.  Which I learned yesterday kind of freaks the T out.  (Because I'm playing the role of babysitter to Little T while Big T is workin')  I guess I can't really blame him because if the situation were reversed I'd probably be freaking out as well.  I have a master plan though.**  Lesley is talking about quitting the Caldera before she goes to Singapore so maybe I can just slip in there.  They don't open until 5p  Shifts generally start at 4p and it's a block from the T's house.  Sound perfect to me.  If it doesn't work that's okay, I'll find something that does.  I'm a patient person.***
I start kid sitting on Monday, which means today and this weekend I'm going to clean my apartment and make it more kid friendly, not that we're going to be there often but if we happen to stop by I don't want anymore "Watch me wax your Pole" moments or anything of the like.  I also need to clean out my car.  That'll be tomorrow.  It's getting really disgusting.  There have been a variety of beverages spilled in it and... it's just fucking gross.  This is my kick in the pants to get it done.

My laundry is done, I've gotta go fold it and do productive things.

*Okay so I didn't really bribe them, all I really did was ask if they minded... but "bribed" sounds so much more dramatic.
**We're not going to mention how my last mater plan failed miserably.  I'm glad I didn't end up in Toronto madly in love, I don't think that would have made me happy, well, it could of but now that I'm were I am in my life I don't still wish for it.  Things happen or don't happen for a reason, my original master plan failed for a reason.  Something better is in my cards.  It's like that god song by Garth Brooks... What's it called... Unanswered Prayers.   Anyway, this minor master plan is going to work out awesome, I just need to get all the details ironed out.
***Anyone who knows me knows that that is a total and complete crock-of-shit but I'm also a master of denial.  Which makes anything possible.  :-)