the usual minutiae
Week from hell: 0
_kli_: 1
I am mastering the "purge" step from my handy little time management book. In other words, quite a bit of the stuff I was worried about finding time for was mysteriously determined "unnecessary." Funny how that works... There are a couple more tasks I'm procrastinating on, but I'll try to do them tomorrow.
Also, I'm entirely too productive for my own good, most likely.
Instead, I seem to have amassed rather a lot of infirmities:
- zombie cold, from which I'm almost recovered
- the beginnings of a performance injury to my lip muscles (superscary!) I've reduced my playing time quite a bit and am amused to find how much I miss the top half of my range.
- sliced open finger, bled profusely, &c. -- I picked up the base of the blender with one hand so I could wipe the stray pieces of dill off the countertop, fumbled it, and dropped it on my hand. For the record, it's heavy and includes sharp pieces.
- did something to make my digestive system hate me. Tomorrow will involve yogurt.
I'm excited about the little changes I made in the apartment this afternoon. I still need to rearrange the art and hang some more of it. Every time I clean, I'm surprised by how much the aesthetics of my surroundings affect me. STILL NEED A NEW ROOMMATE...PLZ HALP...
Earlier this week, I mentioned to a friend how I often think of things I'd like to post about then make the mistake of thinking them through at the time. Repetition irritates me, so when I get to a computer I don't have any desire to bother typing up a post. I'd like to blog more, but it's not exactly happening.
_kli_: 1
I am mastering the "purge" step from my handy little time management book. In other words, quite a bit of the stuff I was worried about finding time for was mysteriously determined "unnecessary." Funny how that works... There are a couple more tasks I'm procrastinating on, but I'll try to do them tomorrow.
Also, I'm entirely too productive for my own good, most likely.
Instead, I seem to have amassed rather a lot of infirmities:
- zombie cold, from which I'm almost recovered
- the beginnings of a performance injury to my lip muscles (superscary!) I've reduced my playing time quite a bit and am amused to find how much I miss the top half of my range.
- sliced open finger, bled profusely, &c. -- I picked up the base of the blender with one hand so I could wipe the stray pieces of dill off the countertop, fumbled it, and dropped it on my hand. For the record, it's heavy and includes sharp pieces.
- did something to make my digestive system hate me. Tomorrow will involve yogurt.
I'm excited about the little changes I made in the apartment this afternoon. I still need to rearrange the art and hang some more of it. Every time I clean, I'm surprised by how much the aesthetics of my surroundings affect me. STILL NEED A NEW ROOMMATE...PLZ HALP...
Earlier this week, I mentioned to a friend how I often think of things I'd like to post about then make the mistake of thinking them through at the time. Repetition irritates me, so when I get to a computer I don't have any desire to bother typing up a post. I'd like to blog more, but it's not exactly happening.