it's that time

[nemo85]

so someone stole my laundry detergent...from my room. I mean, I share enough that people know where it is, and I know I didn't make the mistake of leaving it in the laundry, as I'm pretty meticulous about it. But I woke up earlyish to do laundry, and now I can't.

I've been listening to Ordinary World by Duran Duran in my inner-monologue as well as my iPod. It seems fitting, visceral, etc.

But I won't cry for yesterday
There's an ordinary world
Somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way
To the ordinary world
I will learn to survive

The only chores that I've had the past few weeks have been to sleep, put in minor edits in my Div3, and make my poster. I'm really dragging my heels with all of it. I've had a few weeks to process life, and the cortisol levels have basically returned to not-Div3 status. And I'll go from bursts of extreme nostalgia for a few minutes and then get all choked up and then the next few instances I'll be clawing to get out of here and be really excited for the future back to being scared shitless about the future.

As Shauna said, I don't really need to point out all the particulars. But for now, I'm going to buy laundry detergent.