I stink and I sleepwalk.
So I hadn't realized exactly how long it had been since I'd showered (and changed my shirt), but when I went to the city clerks office, I was directed to the food stamps office in a different building before I even got to say why for I was there, actually.
And apparently last night/this morning I had a sleepwalking episode, which I do not remember so I must've been deep out of it. I just walked into Adams room and stood around being confused, I guess.
Getting back to the first part, I was going to take a shower, but someone else is doing that right now. So I'm stinking up my room instead.
Speaking of my room, I should take this opportunity to clean it. I've got my hangers from my folks, so I should be able to get all my clean shirts hung, and then use the basket in which they are to hold dirty clothes. Like this shirt I've been wearing for a few days.
I've started thinking of gifts for people for Winterstag (my own non-aligned winter holiday of gift-giving), starting with the usual suspects -- eisseJ, my parents, -- and possibly branching out from there. I'm starting to wonder if some kind of "Secret Santa" type thing might be fun for the house, or my friends in general.
My work schedule this week is a bit odd, and I'm kind of broke until tomorrow. But then I get paid for both of my jobs, and that will be sweet.
I found out that Rileys still has Scurvy, the summer IPA from Tyranena I loved so much. I should go get some Wednesday. Although Wednesday I'll likely as not head over to the Bayou after work, for a little supplement of New Orleanian methadone.
And apparently last night/this morning I had a sleepwalking episode, which I do not remember so I must've been deep out of it. I just walked into Adams room and stood around being confused, I guess.
Getting back to the first part, I was going to take a shower, but someone else is doing that right now. So I'm stinking up my room instead.
Speaking of my room, I should take this opportunity to clean it. I've got my hangers from my folks, so I should be able to get all my clean shirts hung, and then use the basket in which they are to hold dirty clothes. Like this shirt I've been wearing for a few days.
I've started thinking of gifts for people for Winterstag (my own non-aligned winter holiday of gift-giving), starting with the usual suspects -- eisseJ, my parents, -- and possibly branching out from there. I'm starting to wonder if some kind of "Secret Santa" type thing might be fun for the house, or my friends in general.
My work schedule this week is a bit odd, and I'm kind of broke until tomorrow. But then I get paid for both of my jobs, and that will be sweet.
I found out that Rileys still has Scurvy, the summer IPA from Tyranena I loved so much. I should go get some Wednesday. Although Wednesday I'll likely as not head over to the Bayou after work, for a little supplement of New Orleanian methadone.