Well, there you go.

I finally quit coughing! No Mucinex needed. Also no trip to the doctor. Ben and I are both pleased.

The wasp is most definitely dead. But it's been hot out again lately (welcome to summer in Illinois! It sucks), so Ben still will not let me open up the window to vacuum it out.

I'm tired of being poor-ish, you guys. I'm definitely going to step up the job search, for one.

Also on the "to-step-up" list: Losing weight. I'm still pudgy. I want to not be pudgy. I just don't have the motivation to do anything about it, which is sad. I use lots of things as excuses for not working out, mainly it's too hard with Allyson around and it's tough to do a good workout when you live in a second-floor apartment with downstairs neighbors. But, I figure, screw what the neighbors think (since they don't care what we think about their loud fights and such). And Allyson will adjust.  Just gotta do it.