cleaning injuries and crinklebugg. my life is exciting.

This blogging thing isn't exactly easy for me. I tend to have a pretty mundane existence, and thus have nothing new or exciting to say most of the time. I usually do these right before class starts, therefore I am at the same point in my day every time I write. I'm usually in the same frame of mind. Tired from the two classes before this and waking up at 7am, and ready to finally make it home and (hopefully) manage to take a nap. I'm usually also pretty hungry by this point, so my train of thought wanders to 'food, food, food'. But enough about my gluttony...
Okay, let's see. I did finish cleaning my house, which was irritating but bearable, and definitely worth it. It is truly an unparallelled feeling to have a clean living area. It just takes a huge weight off my shoulders knowing that I'm done with it and don't have to worry about it anymore. It feels great knowing it's OVER!
I did hurt my knee while I was cleaning, which I think is at least noteworthy. Jeremy (my boyfriend of not quite two years, if you didn't gather that from Tuesday's prose I am surprised) was organizing some wires across the room and out of my line of vision. He called me over to come see his finished handiwork, and I jumped off the couch, caught my foot on something, and did a super-dive onto a metal sheet-music stand on the floor. In my pain I managed to look up and mention "Oh hey, it does look great!" before going back to lying on the floor in agony.
Ice on my knee and a 30 minute Sailor Moon break from cleaning was enough to fix me up, and aside from a little soreness I am definitely back in action. Yesterday was my lazy day, after two days of cleaning and a morning of Biology lecture, I was ready to fully enjoy my new sheets ($13 at Target, check that out if you're in the market for some new cheap sheets!) and clean bedroom.
The last thing I can think of to mention is that we finally found a toy my cats will actually PLAY WITH. Well, they like the feather-wand and occasionally they will go to the carpet-covered cat-tower, but any other toys have been nothing but a waste of money. The only thing they've been interested in recently is (to my horror) plastic bags. In an effort to keep them happy and ALIVE, I came home from Target (I shop there a lot...) with a crinkle sack in the form of a giant ladybug (we have since dubbed it 'Crinklebugg'). It's like a plastic bag, but not as unsightly or death-evoking. They mostly just lay on it, or chew on its antennae, but I can't complain. It was a five dollars well spent.