My house.
Is a mess.
There’s clean laundry all over the place, there’s a pile of stuff sitting on or near the couch, and ever since I’ve been home Chris’ “keeping my side of the apartment clean for Melis” policy seems to have gone out the window, along with his “not cluttering up the kitchen beyond repair” policy. I’m not even worried about the bedroom. The bedroom’s never clean.
And this is all driving me rather insane. I feel like I should have taken care of it the week after I got back, but it really wasn’t that bad that week. It only got bad last weekend when we got ready to leave. Since then, I haven’t been home for more than a few hours at a time and when I am home, I’m either doing laundry, taking care of the cat, or trying to write or get my personal shit in order either in general or stuff for when I leave for Chicago on Tuesday. I’m going to Voltaire tomorrow night and I’m supposed to either have Colleen over on Saturday or go to movie night with the dudes (or both, I could always just bring Teeny to movie night), but a big part of me wants to call off both so that I have Saturday and Sunday to clean up before I pack on Monday. Not to mention, I’ll have to clean all day tomorrow if I want to have Colleen over on Saturday, which will be rough since I’ll also be learning to do Finger waves on my new (blue!) hair.
Oh, well. I got my hair did, got my laptop clean (which is a big priority for me, weird, I know, but when it’s covered in third-hand hair dye, something must be done), the laundry IS clean, if scattered all over the floor, and most of the dishes are done, just not put away. I guess I mostly just need to clean up, pick up, really. It’s just bogging me down and driving me nuts.
I should be getting to bed. I can pick up early tomorrow and decide what to do from there.
Pictures of the new blue hair tomorrow, along with the concert outfit. Time to try and get some sleep. I sense a melatonin night.
There’s clean laundry all over the place, there’s a pile of stuff sitting on or near the couch, and ever since I’ve been home Chris’ “keeping my side of the apartment clean for Melis” policy seems to have gone out the window, along with his “not cluttering up the kitchen beyond repair” policy. I’m not even worried about the bedroom. The bedroom’s never clean.
And this is all driving me rather insane. I feel like I should have taken care of it the week after I got back, but it really wasn’t that bad that week. It only got bad last weekend when we got ready to leave. Since then, I haven’t been home for more than a few hours at a time and when I am home, I’m either doing laundry, taking care of the cat, or trying to write or get my personal shit in order either in general or stuff for when I leave for Chicago on Tuesday. I’m going to Voltaire tomorrow night and I’m supposed to either have Colleen over on Saturday or go to movie night with the dudes (or both, I could always just bring Teeny to movie night), but a big part of me wants to call off both so that I have Saturday and Sunday to clean up before I pack on Monday. Not to mention, I’ll have to clean all day tomorrow if I want to have Colleen over on Saturday, which will be rough since I’ll also be learning to do Finger waves on my new (blue!) hair.
Oh, well. I got my hair did, got my laptop clean (which is a big priority for me, weird, I know, but when it’s covered in third-hand hair dye, something must be done), the laundry IS clean, if scattered all over the floor, and most of the dishes are done, just not put away. I guess I mostly just need to clean up, pick up, really. It’s just bogging me down and driving me nuts.
I should be getting to bed. I can pick up early tomorrow and decide what to do from there.
Pictures of the new blue hair tomorrow, along with the concert outfit. Time to try and get some sleep. I sense a melatonin night.