I have no idea what I'm doing

So, I only go back into the bedroom to sleep, because otherwise Robin Hood's in there being a hermit. He takes most of his meals in there and only leaves to go to his gaming nights on Tuesdays.

I've just pulled three bags of trash from under the bed and around his desk. I'm banning food from the bedroom. I'm banning beer from the bedroom. He can have a drink back there so long as when he fetches it, he brings out his empty soda can. The man's nearly 30. This is disgusting. At least the mess on my desk is all magazines and Post-it Notes.

I'm still not done back there either. I wanted to move the bed because as it is, it's blocking the door. It was set up as a guest-room, but as a long-term bedroom, it's not set up well. But I may need to wait until Robin Hood gets home to do that bit. I'm already exhausted from just cleaning the floor and his desk.


At least I finally found all the missing socks. They were all shoved under the bed behind his wall of trash. :|

I am so unbelievably cross right now. Robin Hood just got off the phone with the vet. The cats were not fixed, and it will cost an additional $700 in order to get them ready to be, plus the $300 to get them fixed.

Yeah, we can't afford this. Papa Bear was going to pay to get them fixed, but in no way in hell will I ask him to pay that much. Turns out Dexter requires surgery to be neutered, and they wouldn't fix Cosmo because of a problem with his eye. So, basically, we're back to not being able to keep them. Augh I am so cross it's not even funny.