raindrops on roses & blueberry seltzer
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/6696329.stm
& meanwhile, I'm bitching because it's hard to pull together a beer tent.
it's good to be put in my place once in a while.
working today, but an easy day because Miles announced at one it was time for sleeping. I was letting him stay up a little later than normal playing trains because he had a full fledged meltdown when his parents left. poor kid. he stands by the door saying "come back, come back" - such a drama queen. NO IDEA WHERE HE PICKED THAT UP.
laundry date tonight with Ms. Frederick & then I think finishing the living room overhaul. I have no suitable office area so all aspects of my life get dumped on the lovely purple coffee table one Ms. Kelly G. left with me when she died, or moved to Boston, or whatever the hell happened during that hazy week I like to call "the week before the election" aka "my fever is 102 & all my friends keep moving away?!"
so anyway, yesterday I zenned the fuck out & listened to a whole bunch of Modest Mouse & drank three huge bottles of water while I sorted through binder after binder, trying to make some sense of my life, filing system, goals, & Crucial Next Steps.
& then, I vacuumed.
oh.
is anyone a plumbing expert? because I am having a little problem called my bathroom sink WILL NOT STOP CLOGGING. & I've been through a few bottles of Drano & it seems to solve the problem only on a short term basis. also, the three times I've used the Drano, things have surfaced. two pairs of tweezers & the cap to a bottle of eyedrops, if you're looking for specifics. I DON'T KNOW HOW THEY GOT DOWN THE DRAIN EITHER. so I have no idea what the hell else could be down there, & I realize this is all my fault, which is why I reaaaaaally don't feel like calling my landlord about this one, because I'm always calling him about things I've broken or fucked up (like the oven, okay? like the oven) & I feel like at first he was amused/bemused but now I feel like he probably just thinks I'm really stupid, & honestly, guys, I am. because really? not one, but two pairs of tweezers? & I just keep buying more. whoops.
because I'm getting really sick of having to wash my face & brush my teeth at the kitchen sink, although it is giving me motivation to keep those dishes done.
& meanwhile, I'm bitching because it's hard to pull together a beer tent.
it's good to be put in my place once in a while.
working today, but an easy day because Miles announced at one it was time for sleeping. I was letting him stay up a little later than normal playing trains because he had a full fledged meltdown when his parents left. poor kid. he stands by the door saying "come back, come back" - such a drama queen. NO IDEA WHERE HE PICKED THAT UP.
laundry date tonight with Ms. Frederick & then I think finishing the living room overhaul. I have no suitable office area so all aspects of my life get dumped on the lovely purple coffee table one Ms. Kelly G. left with me when she died, or moved to Boston, or whatever the hell happened during that hazy week I like to call "the week before the election" aka "my fever is 102 & all my friends keep moving away?!"
so anyway, yesterday I zenned the fuck out & listened to a whole bunch of Modest Mouse & drank three huge bottles of water while I sorted through binder after binder, trying to make some sense of my life, filing system, goals, & Crucial Next Steps.
& then, I vacuumed.
oh.
is anyone a plumbing expert? because I am having a little problem called my bathroom sink WILL NOT STOP CLOGGING. & I've been through a few bottles of Drano & it seems to solve the problem only on a short term basis. also, the three times I've used the Drano, things have surfaced. two pairs of tweezers & the cap to a bottle of eyedrops, if you're looking for specifics. I DON'T KNOW HOW THEY GOT DOWN THE DRAIN EITHER. so I have no idea what the hell else could be down there, & I realize this is all my fault, which is why I reaaaaaally don't feel like calling my landlord about this one, because I'm always calling him about things I've broken or fucked up (like the oven, okay? like the oven) & I feel like at first he was amused/bemused but now I feel like he probably just thinks I'm really stupid, & honestly, guys, I am. because really? not one, but two pairs of tweezers? & I just keep buying more. whoops.
because I'm getting really sick of having to wash my face & brush my teeth at the kitchen sink, although it is giving me motivation to keep those dishes done.