...you know, usually sleeping on the night before the fourth of July isn't a problem for me.

Gah...

The house is a mess. Cleaning up, yes... but it seems to have made it WORSE in some ways. I still need to vaccum, to get all the dirty clothing upstairs, there are still BAGS of trash to be packed up and thrown away... cans, bottles, trinkets, cups, mugs, toys, everything under the sun... gods.

Too much work.

But it's worth it... and hell, it needed to be done.

I'm going to make him bleach the pet carrier - scrubbing it wasn't enough, it's stained greenish-brown. Ick. But it IS CLEAN, even if it doesn't look it.

I'm going to hold him a lot.

And my Caleb, gonna hug him to pieces tonight... so much stress.

Will someone PLEASE get me roaring drunk?