The best part of cleaning up is Soma in my gut.
Bard again, Bard again, jiggity jig... Altered nursery rhymes can't protect me from the academic terrors ahead. Sure, I'm still a nerd. I'm just a nerd whose ambition has been overwhelmed by an endless To-Do list. And shorter but more torturous To-Don't list. Though I had class today, I'm still denying that the semester has begun. My current methods of escapism weren't doing the trick. So I downed a Red Bull and spun into a cleaning / organizing frenzy that hasn't quite ended. It takes me hours to complete tasks that others complete in minutes. It's always been the case.
I swept up the residue of last semester: Apple-feathers, Elana-sequins, pot crumbs, and,of course, strands of long red hair. Everything is cleaner now. The reminders are in the garbage, but the memories are intact. I still have to deal with my wardrobe, but clothes be damned. It's about to snow. Precipitation = Pills. I wish had energy to devise a healthier equation. But it's easier not care.
I swept up the residue of last semester: Apple-feathers, Elana-sequins, pot crumbs, and,of course, strands of long red hair. Everything is cleaner now. The reminders are in the garbage, but the memories are intact. I still have to deal with my wardrobe, but clothes be damned. It's about to snow. Precipitation = Pills. I wish had energy to devise a healthier equation. But it's easier not care.