Psyching myself up for stuff
So my cats find it essential that I be up and servicing their food and cuddling needs at 7 a.m., regardless of when I went to bed or how much my allergies are bothering me. I find it annoying.
Today I absolutely, positively have to clean my house. "My allergies" isn't something I say all that often, because they don't bug me regularly. So when just existing in nearly any room of my apartment makes my eyes burn, you gotta know it's time.
Thing is: I don't wanna. I wanna huddle on my couch or in my bathtub.
News from my sister yesterday, and not of the good variety. Things are under control, or getting there, but there's a big, fat gob of family drama going on, and as usual, I can't do anything about it but listen and try to say comforting things. And I have to talk to my mom today because it's her birthday, and I'm sworn to secrecy as regards the family drama in France, so I'm just going to have to fake my way around a giant elephant on the phone line. I have to say, I'm really damned tired of people I love having big drama in their lives and my ultimate inability to do anything to actually help them. I want my magic wand now, damn it.
Otherwise, Jenn is gone again. Spent yesterday afternoon hauling AC units (which she's giving me) down her sixty or so snow-covered back stairs and then into my storage unit. My goal is to find a burly guy before summer to date/bribe/swap sex in return for him carrying them up my stairs. My legs are covered in ouchy, welty bruises, and all the muscles in my arms are pulled, but I am otherwise undamaged.
And I spent last night at Sarah C's with her husband and baby and Sarah W, and it was lovely, if venty. And Sarah C took pity on me and my pathetic state of no-laundry, and I was able to do a load each of whites, blacks, and sweaters over there, so I have clean socks and underwear again. Putting it all away is also on my list for the day.
Which is why I'm sitting here typing up an annoyingly whingy LJ entry, looking through my file of fic I'm supposed to be reading, and pondering this smutty scene I'm supposed to be writing for my own fic. Smut is weird, you know?
Anyway. Sunday.
Today I absolutely, positively have to clean my house. "My allergies" isn't something I say all that often, because they don't bug me regularly. So when just existing in nearly any room of my apartment makes my eyes burn, you gotta know it's time.
Thing is: I don't wanna. I wanna huddle on my couch or in my bathtub.
News from my sister yesterday, and not of the good variety. Things are under control, or getting there, but there's a big, fat gob of family drama going on, and as usual, I can't do anything about it but listen and try to say comforting things. And I have to talk to my mom today because it's her birthday, and I'm sworn to secrecy as regards the family drama in France, so I'm just going to have to fake my way around a giant elephant on the phone line. I have to say, I'm really damned tired of people I love having big drama in their lives and my ultimate inability to do anything to actually help them. I want my magic wand now, damn it.
Otherwise, Jenn is gone again. Spent yesterday afternoon hauling AC units (which she's giving me) down her sixty or so snow-covered back stairs and then into my storage unit. My goal is to find a burly guy before summer to date/bribe/swap sex in return for him carrying them up my stairs. My legs are covered in ouchy, welty bruises, and all the muscles in my arms are pulled, but I am otherwise undamaged.
And I spent last night at Sarah C's with her husband and baby and Sarah W, and it was lovely, if venty. And Sarah C took pity on me and my pathetic state of no-laundry, and I was able to do a load each of whites, blacks, and sweaters over there, so I have clean socks and underwear again. Putting it all away is also on my list for the day.
Which is why I'm sitting here typing up an annoyingly whingy LJ entry, looking through my file of fic I'm supposed to be reading, and pondering this smutty scene I'm supposed to be writing for my own fic. Smut is weird, you know?
Anyway. Sunday.