It's Sunday, And I Didn't Do My Homework

We spent most of the weekend cleaning, since we're appealing the reassessment of Mom's house and the assessor ladies are coming tomorrow at some ungodly hour to look at the basement and the upstairs (the prime bone of contention). My room now looks rather less like a fucking pigsty. This enables me to tell the client to fuck off as there was no earthly way I could have a particular job done before 9:00 a.m. tomorrow anyway.

I have to put resumés together also.

I had a dream, over the weekend, that I just went back to Bloomington without having a job yet, which is sorely tempting except for the bit where I don't have enough money in the bank to pull it off and be okay financially. That said, I do think it would be in my favor if I had a Bloomington address. I'm sure there is some way to get one without a lot of expenditure. Must look into PO boxes the next time I'm up there.

Off to dork about. :D