A day is a day.

Well today, being the last day in May, I thought I should write a blogpost to celebrate the fact that May is practically over. This post is pretty much going to be what happened in my life today so if you don't want to read it I don't care lol this is what you get.

Today began with my getting up off of my floor nest/sleeping place realizing how so sore I am from cleaning yesterday. I don't mind cleaning. Some days I even love cleaning, but I hate that after I'm always in pain and worn out. This makes me not want to do anything for the entire next day to balance everything out. I then ate my obligatory meal and waited out the dizziness that usually comes at that time by reading a blog of my internet icon, Hayley G Hoover. I love her openness in her blogs and her vlogs. I started watching her videos several years ago and was clueless that she had a blog until yesterday. She talks about everything from depression to her love of Harry Potter and anything in between. Definitely refreshing.
Later, I started cleaning out my car. If my car was a human it would be getting it's own license right about now. That's how old it is. It's also quite gross, because the previous owner was a little old lady and probably hadn't cleaned it the whole time. I made the effort that she did not and spent over an hour wiping down the dashboard, all the knobs and such, the cup-holders and console, and anything not carpet in the front of the car. I feel that my goal of making it so that I and/or an OCD person would not cringe when touching anything inside my car. On this journey into the dirt, I made a few pleasant discoveries. In the glove compartment, I found a clip for sunglasses (unnecessary for me) and a map of Indiana from the '70s. I also now have a "Call the Police" neon yellow sign for my window if I ever get into "trouble" -as stated by said sign. The original buyer of the car felt that the CD player was not necessary so I only have cassette capabilities. In the center console I discovered that the little old lady and I have similar tastes: classical music and Phantom of the Opera. I believe that these cassettes will get much use from me, along with any kids' Jesus music cassettes I can find from my childhood days. Or you know I could listen to the radio, but who does that when you have Jesus, Debussey, and Sarah Brightman? Still needs a lot of vacuuming, and the check engine/battery lights scare me. But, for a car it's got character. Needs a name though. I'm feeling something older like Gertrude or Beatrice, Suggestions?
We'll see what happens tonight. Dinner with the parents to come. After, I have no idea. I would like to imagine me drinking some hot liquid with a heating pad on my back, writing something profound. But we'll see. More later :)