Fruit Flies in My Nose

The Boy is home after his second week of school. We have a busy weekend planned. He absolutely has to re-pot his plants tomorrow. We are being overrun with fruit flies and they're coming from the soil in his house plants. He thought it would be a good idea last weekend to bring in a couple of small spiders to live in the office window next to the plants, and I gave him a week to see if it would work. I knew it wouldn't, but he can be stubborn, and he needs to see for himself before he'll let go of an idea. I've had fruit flies driving me crazy all week. For some reason, they seem to be attracted to the computer, which is not in the office. Apparantly they are also attracted to nostrils. They keep flying up my nose. But no more after this weekend! If re-potting doesn't work, the plants are going outside.

The job search is still dragging. The molecular lab won't need anyone until January at the earliest. I've applied to a broad spectrum of research and lab jobs, and now I'm just waiting and trying not to pull my hair out. The Vansome is worried I'm going to end up with second or third shift, and while that would certainly suck, I'd take it right now. I still haven't ruled out just waiting tables again, at least until January. Besides, it'd be good exercise.

I'm really pretty bored lately. You'd think that would lead me get my house cleaned, de-cluttered, and organized, but you'd be wrong. I've reached that stage where everything bores me, even stuff I like to do (not that I'm including cleaning in that.) I think that's a pretty good definition of depression, but I am on meds for that. I don't really feel like finishing this post, so I'm just going to quit and see if I can get my guys to cheer me up.