They're coming to get you, Barbara.
I post a lot less when things are going well than I do when they suck. I realized this as I went back over my last couple of pages of posts, and realized how infrequently I started posting in early October, when I moved into my place, met Neil, and things generally began to suck substantially less.
Anyway, I started out today feeling kind of blah -- I overslept substantially, and then just had a fit of annoyance about life. So I decided I needed purpose, and so spent the day in a nikitangel-esque single-minded pursuit of order out of chaos. In other words: I tidied. I tidied like a mad thing. I took out the trash, collected all the trash hanging around and took it out, brought a bunch of stuff in from my car that had just been hanging out there for a while, built a real fire (with wood courtesy of Bartlet for America and Sparky), watched my Muppet show DVD (courtesy of nikitangel), and basted a hem onto my white shag rug, which I'd been meaning to do for weeks. At that point it was coming on to lunchtime, and I was inspired. So I decided to tackle the albatross I've been avoiding since I moved in: my spare room has been full of all the boxes I didn't feel like unpacking, all the empties, and all the other crap I couldn't find a place for. Actually, I was inspired by the fact that the condo association actually has been doing major repair work and replacing all the rotted wood on the exterior of all the units, so I looked out at my balcony today and realized that my outside upstairs storage closet now had a door and everything. So I stuck the empties out there, and then I decided I could make more empties, and the next thing you know I was so far into it that I had to just finish it all.
So the room now has a floor, and there is not a single empty cardboard box or unpacked cardboard box left in it. The craft area I want isn't set up in there yet, since I need some more storage before I can keep everything at hand, but Door's bed is arranged (it's the spare section of the futon, covered with a blanket) and all of the things that I want to just store while I live here are packed away in the closet. I found a picture I've been wanting to hang up in my bedroom for ages.
And by the time I was done, there was so much floor I could wrap Winterthing presents, which I did. The ones I have, anyway. I still need to get something for Neil, though I know what I'm getting him, at least partly.
Also, I'm now thiiiiis close to broke. But I have a job, and I'm not in the hole yet, and after I pay for New Year's I'll be only a little bit in the hole. So I should be okay. But there's to be no buying of things for myself for a bit.
Anyway, I started out today feeling kind of blah -- I overslept substantially, and then just had a fit of annoyance about life. So I decided I needed purpose, and so spent the day in a nikitangel-esque single-minded pursuit of order out of chaos. In other words: I tidied. I tidied like a mad thing. I took out the trash, collected all the trash hanging around and took it out, brought a bunch of stuff in from my car that had just been hanging out there for a while, built a real fire (with wood courtesy of Bartlet for America and Sparky), watched my Muppet show DVD (courtesy of nikitangel), and basted a hem onto my white shag rug, which I'd been meaning to do for weeks. At that point it was coming on to lunchtime, and I was inspired. So I decided to tackle the albatross I've been avoiding since I moved in: my spare room has been full of all the boxes I didn't feel like unpacking, all the empties, and all the other crap I couldn't find a place for. Actually, I was inspired by the fact that the condo association actually has been doing major repair work and replacing all the rotted wood on the exterior of all the units, so I looked out at my balcony today and realized that my outside upstairs storage closet now had a door and everything. So I stuck the empties out there, and then I decided I could make more empties, and the next thing you know I was so far into it that I had to just finish it all.
So the room now has a floor, and there is not a single empty cardboard box or unpacked cardboard box left in it. The craft area I want isn't set up in there yet, since I need some more storage before I can keep everything at hand, but Door's bed is arranged (it's the spare section of the futon, covered with a blanket) and all of the things that I want to just store while I live here are packed away in the closet. I found a picture I've been wanting to hang up in my bedroom for ages.
And by the time I was done, there was so much floor I could wrap Winterthing presents, which I did. The ones I have, anyway. I still need to get something for Neil, though I know what I'm getting him, at least partly.
Also, I'm now thiiiiis close to broke. But I have a job, and I'm not in the hole yet, and after I pay for New Year's I'll be only a little bit in the hole. So I should be okay. But there's to be no buying of things for myself for a bit.