Amazingly enough, after last night’s drink-fest - during which I plowed through 7 Mike’s Hard Lemonades, Limes, Cranberries, and Berry drinks - I had the barest minimum of a headache and sensitivity to bright light, and I think much of that was caused by the sinus explosion going on in my head right now. We went to Bickfords for greasey breakfast, where I had what could have possibly been some of the worst Eggs Benedict I’ve had. I think I got spoiled eating it when I worked on the cruise ship and had it cooked by someone who really knew what the hell he was doing, and I really shouldn’t order it at places like Bickfords and Ground Round anymore.

We did our taxes this afternoon. I love Turbotax online. I thought we were going to be completely fucked because I was on unemployment for half the year, and it looked like we were going to end up owing about $450, but then we added in my tuition and that ended up giving us a decent enough refund that will be going towards a deposit on a new apartment in a few weeks.

Pickle has figured out a way to get over one of the gates and has made it her mission to do so as quickly and as quietly as possible in order to spend as much time in the forbidden rooms as possible. I think I found her in the kitchen at least 5 times last night. We switched gates so that the lower one is blocking Eddie’s room, since there’s less stuff in there for her to get hurt on and he’s always in there. Once we move we’ll let her have free run of the place and just block off the bedroom and bathroom by closing the doors.