Mar 10, 2006 14:57
I'm so sick of doing dishes. I hate dishes, with unnatural passion.
It seems that I'm most passionate about the things I hate. Strange that one :-0.
It is confirmed, I am a packrat. Either that, or this place in inhumanely small. I think it's the former.
My aunty came bearing kitchen stuff (more dishes), towels (can never have too many towels), and cookbooks today. I'm going to learn how to cook, well. Me, the girl who has staunchly resisted cooking and any sign of domesticity for years.
I just want to eat semi-edible food and not live in a tip.
I'm reconsidering exploring my spirituality too. I do that on occassion, it never lasts long. I'm a half-hearted believer. In reincarnation, some form of higher power, and all that.
The sun has started waking me up at 8am every morning. The curtains are too thin. I'm doing nothing about it though. I figure 8am is a good start.
I really don't have much to say for myself lately. I'm quite aware of this fact. I just feel compelled to type. Maybe I'm addicted to my keyboard, even if the SHIFT key hates me.