some sum-ups

Friday, after the last entry I wrote, Hollie came by. It seems that I (and everyone else) was told at the last minute that we were going to Logan's.

Okay, fine. Sure.

I ignored any desire to flip a middle finger to the world and rode out with Hollie who caught me up on the details. Essentially her friend, Lyn, and Polli were going on a date, but were really nervous and thought a group setting would help.

Well, that and a bit of alcohol. I really wanted food to go with mine, but I didn't get a menu. Oh well. I kept convo flowing and light and soon everyone was talking and laughing. Mostly laughing. Polli wasted no time in explaining that I would be driving. Mind you, I hadn't eaten anything that day really, so I just had alcohol in my system. That made me a bit stumbly, but I managed to successfully get to the car and drive to Wendy's for double stacks.

After that, the group re-assembled at my house to play through Little Big Planet. Very frustrating, but very fun.

After that, we all went to get smoothies and let the two little birds talk a bit. It was cute. Not having heard anything for a while and conjecturing naughty things, we tried to round them up around 11:45 or so. Polli spent the night with me and wondered where his wallet was. It was a good night.

I slept, then woke up, then woke up, then woke up and stayed awake.

I hate insomnia.

I started the bathroom cleaning ritual and soon finished, then moved on to buy some things from Wal-Mart before working on the litterboxes since James had asked me to buy litter while I was out.

The start of the process was simple enough: empty out bad litter. Done with ease. It was the next step that posed a threat to my life (I am not exaggerating).

I took some dishwashing soap and started to pour in some bleach while wondering if ammonia was an acid or a base.

It's an acid, by the way.

I saw the bleach turn white and thought this could be bad. Then there was a strong smell. I immediately opened a window and got the fuck out of my kitchen for a minute. I came back and poured the danger down the drain and flushed it down with a lot of water. Then I waited some more (again, not in the kitchen).

This time, I tried just dish detergent and a brillo pad. Worked wonders. After getting all of the previous crud out, I applied bleach to finish up. After this, I cleaned up other things in the kitchen as Polli helped pack dishes (thank you, by the way) so we could spend more time hanging out instead of me being Mary Poppins.

I felt lightheaded, so I looked up some info about Bleach and ammonia since, apparently, there's enough of it in old pee to react with Bleach. I found out a few things:

• it's dangerous as hell. don't mix them.
• they used it in WW1 to kill people since it makes chloromide gas. it blinds and suffocates people. kills pretty quick, too. holy shit.
• if you come in contact with it, get the fuck out and call poison control.

So I called them upstairs and out of earshot so if it were bad, Polli wouldn't panic... immediately at least. Mild case. Just drink lots of fluids and get lots of air. I was doing surprising well and was clear and coherent. If I felt worse, call them back later. Lightheadedness was normal, but I wasn't in any danger at all.

After that, I thought about the cleaning and the dishes and having to hide them and sock in the middle of the floor and trash that had to go out and all I could think was "Exactly how big is the gap between, 'I want/need to be in a clean house because living with messy people made me so mad....' and actually cleaning the freakin dishes and not leaving stuff all over the house?! WTF?!!"

I came downstairs, grabbed a gatorade and walked out to the back porch. Polli came out later and we talked a bit and he told me not to die on him. Hahaha.

Bitch.

After he left, I went upstairs and took a nap. I felt better afterward. Got another gatorade, did some things online, sent a couple of txts and took another nap. Got some Sunny D. John came over, but I was so not trying to move for a while. I did eventually when Rickey came home and we took him along for the rest of the night.

Got Jesse, saw a bird and a sugar glider, talked to John's parents and went to Ru-San's. Dudes were crazy and the sushi rolls I ate had some weird sauce on them I didn't have before. I don't know if I like the taste or not.

When we came home, after a bit of deliberation, we watched Chocolate. Movie was freakin' awesome. Female Tony Jaa plus autism for the win! After that I sat on the couch for a bit, then walked up to bed where Rickey then asks, "Can you lock the front door?"

"Potentially..." was the reply he got.

Yes, I locked the front door, but a surge of irritation ran through me. I can't get you to wash dishes regularly (thank you for washing them after I bugged you about it on Thursday), or pick up your socks or just be neat in general but you're going to ask me to do something you could do on your way upstairs since you will have to come up after me anyway?

Sure. That makes perfect sense...

Nimrod...

Insomnia hit about 4:30am and I haven't been to sleep since, so I'm reading a book. Blah.