This side of 6am is painful.
Dear gods, I was not meant to see 6am from this side of the bed. Being up after an all-nighter to see dawn = me happy. Waking up to darkness and having to roll out of bed before dawn = sadness. Luckily this is not a common thing. Another reason I hate getting up early? My stomach. I've always had a sensitive stomach in the morning, but generally by 10am it settles down. Today I woke up, felt fine until I put some water in it then -urgh- nausea. Nothing terrible but enough that I had to very slowly consume the breakfast sandwich I had bought for breakfast. One bite at a time- stomach you going to be okay? yes? okay let's try another. Coffee doesn't help but hot damn does it make me feel like a rockstar once the sugar and caffeine hit my bloodstream. I decided to start doing Van Halen kicks down the aisle at work. It was (if I do say so myself, and I do) super sweet! Also I believe it be good exercise. This will probably be disproven the time I kick a little too high, throw out my back and then fall to the ground in agony. My co-workers will laugh at me and I will join in, despite the agony, because it will be much deserved. That's just the way I roll.
I've decided to set goals for myself for each month this year, small achievable goals. January's is getting the house in order, which is slowly being accomplished. Unnecessary things given away/to Goodwill or thrown out, things sorted and put away properly (I'm terrible at stuffing things into drawers never to be seen again), and the house cleaned and detailed. I want to have a small dinner party in February and this will help me be less stressed about it. Inviting people over to my house gives me terrible anxiety. Seriously. That I want to invite people over made both Andru and Vince surprised. I'd blame the animals but I've always been this way. My mom is crazy OCD about the cleanliness of her house. I've seen hospitals that have been dirtier. I'd like to be able to get my house that clean but 1) we have animals and 2) I'm not crazy. So instead I worry that everyone thinks I live in a sty and stress out about having people over. Bah! Need to not think about it and just DO.
February's goal (besides following through with the dinner party) is writing. Writing writing writing. My rewrite so far has been stalled in my head due to plot changes, so instead I'm going to just write and write and write. I should know by now, that's how I get things done. When I stall on whatever I'm writing, suddenly that novel re-write won't look so daunting. Rewriting a novel? NO problem! At least I'm not having to deal with this stupid short story!
My mind is a mysterious and confusing thing. Thankfully it still works.
Sunday is Art Day at the house. Andru and I will be working on various projects. I got some really cool mini-light bulbs from a pinball machine yesterday that I either want to use in a resin project or make into jewelry. The resin project will have to wait until Spring (and the porch is cleaned out) but I could probably do some wire wrapping Sunday. But what I really want to do is draw and collages. This will probably be my Sunday project. Mr. Hamster, you're going to get sketched like you've never been sketched before! (For those wondering, there's a site with pictures of cute cute animals and next to the pictures are captionings of the terrible things they're thinking. The hamster one has me enthralled. "Oh yah, you like how I chew on that bottle, don't you? Don't you? Nasty owner!")
I've decided to set goals for myself for each month this year, small achievable goals. January's is getting the house in order, which is slowly being accomplished. Unnecessary things given away/to Goodwill or thrown out, things sorted and put away properly (I'm terrible at stuffing things into drawers never to be seen again), and the house cleaned and detailed. I want to have a small dinner party in February and this will help me be less stressed about it. Inviting people over to my house gives me terrible anxiety. Seriously. That I want to invite people over made both Andru and Vince surprised. I'd blame the animals but I've always been this way. My mom is crazy OCD about the cleanliness of her house. I've seen hospitals that have been dirtier. I'd like to be able to get my house that clean but 1) we have animals and 2) I'm not crazy. So instead I worry that everyone thinks I live in a sty and stress out about having people over. Bah! Need to not think about it and just DO.
February's goal (besides following through with the dinner party) is writing. Writing writing writing. My rewrite so far has been stalled in my head due to plot changes, so instead I'm going to just write and write and write. I should know by now, that's how I get things done. When I stall on whatever I'm writing, suddenly that novel re-write won't look so daunting. Rewriting a novel? NO problem! At least I'm not having to deal with this stupid short story!
My mind is a mysterious and confusing thing. Thankfully it still works.
Sunday is Art Day at the house. Andru and I will be working on various projects. I got some really cool mini-light bulbs from a pinball machine yesterday that I either want to use in a resin project or make into jewelry. The resin project will have to wait until Spring (and the porch is cleaned out) but I could probably do some wire wrapping Sunday. But what I really want to do is draw and collages. This will probably be my Sunday project. Mr. Hamster, you're going to get sketched like you've never been sketched before! (For those wondering, there's a site with pictures of cute cute animals and next to the pictures are captionings of the terrible things they're thinking. The hamster one has me enthralled. "Oh yah, you like how I chew on that bottle, don't you? Don't you? Nasty owner!")