Today sucks so far.

Got up to go to the gym and went out in the hallway of our apartment building and saw smoke. The neighbor across the hall was also standing in his doorway. I freaked out. Alex called 911 from our apartment phone, and I called our super from my cell. I packed up my laptop, my camera, my phone, my ipod, some of my jewelry, and the insurance information for the apartment. I put together the cat carrier and grabbed my teddy bear (which Alex rescued after our last apartment burned). The fire department got here and started to go through the halls to try and find where the smoke was coming from. I wanted to cry - one of the guys saw me and said, "everything's ok". I hate that I wear my emotions right on my face all the time. They determined that someone two floors above us was cooking hot dogs or something stupid like that. Seems insane that she was cooking and it filled the hallways two floors down with smoke. She didn't want to let them in her apartment. I'm sure she's got drugs in there or something. We live in a building with a bunch of scumbags. I can't wait to get out of here.

We went to the gym because I couldn't stand to be around the fire trucks and the smoke. When we got there, the super called me and told me that I shouldn't call the fire department when there's smoke - just call him. Well let me tell you what, I went OFF on him. I told him that I'd had an apartment burn down on me before and I'd lost everything and I am NOT going through that again. I told him that when I see smoke, I call the fire department and I'll do that no matter what he says. I am SO pissed off. We are TOTALLY moving. The people who live in this building are irresponsible, creepy people. And I'm sure that there is shit not up to code if the super doesn't want me to call the fire department. I mean, three floors, at least, were filled with smoke and no smoke detectors went off. WTF?! We can afford to live in a much nicer place than this, but we've been staying here because I can walk to work from here and we only have one car right now. I'm not staying here any longer. I mean, we found out this AM that even the super moved out recently. It's such a shame, because the neighborhood is super cute. Whatever. It's not worth staying here anymore.

We took the day off so that we could relax a little bit and start looking for other places to live. (Also, I want to go dress shopping again.) I actually brought some data home yesterday so I've got some stuff that I can get done for work today from here. I hope we find something soon...

Blugh.

Blugh is not a word, but it describes how I feel right now.

I don't want to get off the couch. I feel tired, but I know that I got enough sleep. I feel lonely, but I've got Alex in the next room and my phone right next to me. I feel fat, but I know that I just lost 4.6 lbs this past week.

I should do the laundry - but it's too late at night. I should plan the dinners for the rest of the week - but going through all of my cookbooks seems like a huge chore. I should email some potential officiants for the wedding - but putting together coherent sentences could be difficult.

Waaaaahhhh... I know that I'm blugh right now because of biology and the calendar. Sucks. Oh, and I know that the fact that Alex is in the kitchen doing the dishes and I'm being L-A-Z-Y is making me feel even worse. I suck. Waaaaahhh.

I know. Cheer up.

Another quick update...

I hate that my posts have become quick updates of what's been going on in the last couple of weeks. I've been so busy lately, though... And I've been reading a lot, which keeps me away from the computer.

I've been going dress shopping and to wedding shows... Fun times. We met with photographers last week. We met with Niki Rossi at Starbuck's in Saratoga on Tuesday. She was great. SO funny and relaxed. Her style is very photo journalistic and her photos were awesome. Alex liked that she is all about candids and that when she does do the formal shots, she says that she'll send you off to stand together and tell you to talk with each other while she snaps the pictures. He's very much not into standing for a ton of formal shots.

We met with Linda Conley on Wednesday at Starbuck's in Albany. Apparently, photographers like to meet at Starbuck's. Linda's style was more of a mix between formal and candids. Her albums were really beautiful. She seemed a little more conservative than Niki. I definitely felt like I'd be more relaxed around Niki. Linda's packages are a little cheaper and I do like her pictures, so if Niki isn't available, I'd still be happy with Linda.

I'm planning on booking a photographer this week and a DJ. The DJ that we're going to go with is DJ Vinny of Cool Cat Entertainment - that is, if he's still open! He seems very cool and I've heard nothing but good things about him. Erica from work said that he did her sister-in-laws wedding and that he was awesome. I'm pretty excited! :) So after this week, we'll have a DJ, a Photographer, and possibly a dress! Yay!

OK, now the really depressing news. Ginny got sick last week. We were hoping that she was just a carrier of FeLV. Turns out, she's not. She was fine all weekend but on Monday night she didn't meet me at the door after work and didn't beg for food during dinner. That is very unusual behavior for our spaz. She was also breathing kind of fast and it looked like it was hard for her to breathe. We took her to the vet the next day and they took chest xrays and she had a huge fluid build-up in her chest. Because she's FeLV positive, her outlook is pretty grim. The dr let us take her home and gave her a shot of prednisone, just to see if it'd help. Amazingly, it did. By Thursday, when we thought we were going to be bringing her back to the vet to be put down, she was almost back to normal. The dr put her on oral prednisone - a tiny pill that we're supposed to give her twice a day (along with tuna). She hates the pill. HATES it. Why would you ever prescribe a pill for a cat? Annoying.

Anyway, for now, she's doing OK. She's playing and being cute... but she sounds kind of crappy when she breathes. She's not going to get better - Alex keeps reminding me of that. But for now she's doing OK. We'll take that.

Oh, and my last piece of news is that I did go back to WW and weighed in this Saturday and after my first week back on the program, I lost 4.6 lbs. I ROCK!!