strange accomplishments
So last night, I was dreaming. It involved swimming and algae and a boy who was something of a fluffy puppy in his personality. During the swimming part, I experienced a charlie horse. I thought it was in the dream, but instead it was also in real life. Thankfully in the dream I reacted the way I should, pointing my toes towards me to end the excruciating pain. Let me tell you, that's not easy to do when the algae is forcefully pulling you away from shore and trying to drown you. When I woke up my calf was still very sore, so I've been limping around the apartment all day.
It hampered my plans to walk up to campus to take the office skills test--BUT! pixiepilot called to tell me about the houses we're going to look at tonight, and said she needed to go up too. So I made us appointments for 2pm tomorrow (they didn't have anything earlier *grumbles*).
Then...I cleaned my room. For three hours.
OCD much?
Now, my room isn't that messy. Just clutter and dust. But for some reason I took that clutter and dust as a personal insult and declared war on it. I reorganized a lot of things and even unpacked some others. I was about to see if I could track down a magic eraser for the doors and walls when I realized that I was about to embark on a dangerous journey from which I might never return.
So I finished the sane organizational parts of my battle plan and then retreated to my computer.
Now I need to put some make-up on and look semi-presentable for house hunting.
It hampered my plans to walk up to campus to take the office skills test--BUT! pixiepilot called to tell me about the houses we're going to look at tonight, and said she needed to go up too. So I made us appointments for 2pm tomorrow (they didn't have anything earlier *grumbles*).
Then...I cleaned my room. For three hours.
OCD much?
Now, my room isn't that messy. Just clutter and dust. But for some reason I took that clutter and dust as a personal insult and declared war on it. I reorganized a lot of things and even unpacked some others. I was about to see if I could track down a magic eraser for the doors and walls when I realized that I was about to embark on a dangerous journey from which I might never return.
So I finished the sane organizational parts of my battle plan and then retreated to my computer.
Now I need to put some make-up on and look semi-presentable for house hunting.