It's the day of marginal disappointments.

Disappointment #1: I went to Barnes and Noble and bought this gorgeous planner. It's a really soft red leather cover and pretty ivory pages, and the packaging said it was July 2007 to December 2008, so, I'm like, PERFECT. Perfect. Get home, take the packaging off, hand it to my mom so she can look at my precious planner, and after a minute she says, "it starts in December." December? What? No. It starts in July. It has to start in July. She says, "no. It starts in December." So, I get semi-hysterical, or as hysterical as you can get over a planner, and I take it back and sure enough, it starts in December, though it does have the month-by-month planning pages from July 2007 on. A. Why would I want a planner whose week by week pages start in December and whose month by month pages start in July? Why would you do that? Seriously? B. Um. Not cool, because my current planner dies halfway through July. So, this means I don't have a real planner from two weeks from now until December. Sadness.

Disappointment #2: Boy has an early call of 10 am on Tuesday, which means that he won't be coming over Monday, his day off, because apparently driving an hour each way for just a day is a waste of time. I'm slightly pissed at the boy, although the pissyness is lessened considerably by the fact that I'll be seeing him Tuesday night, anyway.

Disappointment #3: So, last night, my mom mentions something about looking around for new bedroom furniture for me. I've had my current furniture since I was eight, so it's starting to show some wear, and it's ten years old and kind of immature, so I'm pretty excited, right? Today, I come home and she starts talking about it, and this is how the conversation goes: "Would you like new bedroom furniture?" Me: "Well, I've had mine for 10 years and it's starting to look old, so, yeah, it would be nice." "Well, I would be making most of the decisions, remaking your room, but we have similar taste, so.... Since you won't be here for much longer." Me: "Okay..." So, we start talking. She doesn't like the light wood that I have now, so she thinks maybe dark stained wood or painted wood. I don't think dark wood would look good in there since it's such a bright, light room, so we decide on painted wood. Probably. Although, knowing my mom, it's quite likely that I'll come home some time to find dark wood in my room. Anyway, we start talking about what she'd like to see...two smaller bedside tables instead of one big one, like I have now...and, ha, no bookshelf over my dresser. I keep waiting for her to say, maybe we could put a bookshelf by the desk, or something like that. But no, it's maybe you could put your books in the closet. No. No. My books don't go in the closet, they go on a bookshelf, dammit. I said that I wanted a bookshelf, and she said that we'd have to look around. No, darnit. I want a bookshelf. What's next? No desk? Are desks too childish for a proper, grown up bedroom?

All I can say is that there is no way in hell that I am working in the office. It is icky since Nick is in there 24/7, eating and getting greasy ickiness everywhere.

I shall keep you updated.