Some assembly required.

This post will have no structure and no focus, because I spent five hours shopping in IKEA today and I've subsequently lost the ability to speak in sentences along with my will to live.

So much can be done with just 377 square ft. of space, and I'm not doing it. My walls are not realizing their full potential, because I'm overwhelmed by the options available in cupboards and home organization. My apartment is inadequate, and I'm a failure. The meatballs were good though.

I spent six hours of my work day on Monday chatting with Tyler over MSN. Six. Hours. That counts as the second-longest relationship I've ever had in my life. I think we've now cleared the way for marriage as we've established that ABBA is righteous and we would probably both do Annette Benning. What we did not do over the course of six hours is arrange to meet.

It is now Wednesday and I'm back to staring at my computer, chin in hand, wondering why he's not getting in touch and just who in the hell is he talking to besides me. Probably somebody who knows how to maximize her storage options. She probably owns a magnetic spice rack whereas I just shove my dollar-store spices in my cupboard like a heathen. That bitch.

Not meeting in person is probably a good thing at this point though, because the giant zit on my forehead appears to be staying indefinitely. A friend who is down with chicken pox, if you can believe it (Hi Chicklet!) had the nerve to suggest her current facial disfigurement is worse than my own.

Well.

Let me tell you something. At least the chicken pox can garner you some sympathy. Nobody feels sorry or sends me soup because my zit is so large it's started talking on it's own and has been asking to borrow my car.

Nobody expects you to look good with the chicken pox, but I have no excuse for having something so horrendous on my forehead it can not be covered with make-up, powder or bandana. I mean...crikey.

On a more positive note, I did buy a lovely CD storage rack today that I could probably hang off of my zit, and it may provide some coverage as well as a viable storage solution for the CDs I have just lying around, taking up valuable space.

I told you there would be no structure, or focus and I'm sorry for all this. I did warn you though, and now me, my zit and my battery-powered drill have some furniture to put together.