Feb 09, 2010 01:28
Rant for today.
I have been highly productive the last 2 days. Ever since I wrote my friend that email and basically poured my heart out to her I have actually been motivated to accomplish things however small. For one, I got the router that I bought 4 months ago finally set up. It’s a good thing too since if it didn’t work I’d be shit out of about $40. And so lo and behold I’m writing this from my bed. Now maybe I’ll get to finishing some of the things on MS Word I have also put off for forever (my soap commentary for L, my gay.com profile, and most importantly my resume).
Things I did accomplish yesterday and today: I did ALL my laundry including my bedding. I did all the dishes and I even did them right away after I made pasta and sauce today rather then let them sit for 2 weeks. I did pull out and use one of the drinking classes from the box I bought also about 4 or 5 months ago. Now I just have to pull out the rest, wash them, put them away and get rid of most of the old ones. I vacuumed but now I have to throw out my vacuum cleaner because it’s a piece of cheap crap that doesn’t work anymore. The smaller electric floor sweeper I bought long before works much better and has more power. One of the best things I ever bought. Let’s see, what else; oh, I got myself out of the apt yesterday and went to Target and I actually only spent as much as I had planned to which practically never happens. And I got most all of what I wanted to get. They didn’t have sweat pants though. What kind of dept store doesn’t sell sweat pants? I guess I will be going to Old Navy for those. Also, it was dead in there due to the Superbowl. As was KFC which is where I went after.
I did go to bed early yesterday. I didn’t even get to catch Joel Osteen but that’s what my DVR is for. I woke up kinda late today, around 12:00/1:00pmish. In my defense I did take a Tylenol PM which does pretty much knock me right out for a long time. I remember waking up with another sort of bad dream where I believe I called my mother a bitch. I have been having lots of bad dreams (not really nightmarish just more conflicting). They have also been including my mother quite a bit. I’m not really sure the whole “it gets better with time” thingy is really all that truthful. I have really been missing her. Certainly not any less than 2 years ago if not more so. I did pull out one of her more recent pictures and got a frame for it which as small of a task as that is I’m quite proud of myself. I really need someplace to put it though. One of my goals is to get a new place by Septemberish because it’s too small in here. I’m going to ask my landlord for a 6 month lease when I pay my rent next month.
I would do a soap commentary but this is really long for having not posted anything other than a pic or my Lost essays. Yay for tomorrow being Tuesday with a new Lost on. I did post on both comms though. There was some bitch in the GH comm. who made a nasty ass reply to a comment I made which essentially was ragging on the GH writers while posting about OLTL (because another poster mentioned GH should write a story about twins having 2 separate fathers which was a story on OLTL) She was totally going off on how OLTL is not a good soap (which is her opinion and that’s fine) but then was like “why are you even on this community?”. But I couldn’t reply to her because is got deleted on the reply page. I only got the notification through my non LJ email. I’m not sure if it was her that deleted it or the moderator. Either way wtf? I wanted to tell her that I she had no right telling me what and where I can post since she’s not the moderator. I thought about emailing her from her LJ account but I wasn’t in the mood to deal with a 12 year old since I only have to go in the local gay chatroom for that shit. I’m really getting tired of the sandbox mentality of people who are supposed to be adults. Grow the fuck up already.
Grr…and a reminder to self to bring mouse with me when I use this on the bed next time. I hate the effing mouse pad on this.
End of rant for tonight.
friends,
dreams,
sleep