So my parents brought me all my stuff from Houston/Galveston. Most of it was still sitting in boxes. Even my dresser was still on the first floor. I didn't want to make Father take it all the way up. Mom even brought me this new cabinet thingy still in the box. For the last two nights I've been putting stuff away and putting things in their place. I now have a downstairs that looks like an adult lives in. A really poor adult, but still, an adult. I dragged the solid wood dresser up the stairs. I pulled something in my shoulder area, but I'll live. My bookshelf now displays my books, pics, and knick knacks. The cabinet/bookshelf Mother brought be has been put together and I'm displaying all my martini stuff. I even have some art up on the walls.

Upstairs, well, it's still pretty bare. Just my bed and my tv tray night stand. Eventually, when I get my loveseat, I'll take the chaise lounge upstairs. I'm thinking it's going to be the 15st. From there I'm going to find a bedroom set. I know that it's going to take me while to get all the stuff I want. Hell, I started with nothing so I guess I'm going alright.

I'm cooking again tonight for David. I'm glad to have someone else to cook for. I also like him, so that helps too!

I'm hungry, gotta find something to snack on until he gets here.