Tried to clean today. Panic. Goddamn anxiety disorder. Called/cried at Eric, called/cried at Mom, who told me to stop cleaning RIGHT NOW THIS INSTANT I MEAN IT STEPHIE!, and that if she survived my brother's place, then she could survive anything. Eh...we'll see.
I want my ring back! I dropped it off after work today, and they put a note to get it back by Thursday (three different people, three different answers about whether they can get it back by Thursday or not...). Least helpful person on the planet. She had to verify the spelling of my last name - it's Wood. Y'know, the stuff trees are made of? Yeah, she needed me to spell it for her. And Stephanie, well that threw her for a complete loop. I had to spell that *slowly* for her. Grr, stupid people.
Sleep now. Kitties are still confused, but very snuggly.
5 more days...(Sad, isn't it? That I'm at the point of counting the days already?)