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Jul. 1st, 2004
Sitting here wanting to say something deep and I can't because I know I have shit to do.
The universe, yep, it's a beautiful terrible place, and I really love it here, but sometimes I wish I could grab a bull horn and tell everyone in it to bite my butt.
Today I will clean the kitchen until there are no dirty dishes or trash in it.
I will remove all the trash from the house.
I will do at least 3 loads of laundry.
I will eat something other than a bagel.
I will drink something other than 4 cups of coffee.
I will change all 3 fish bowls in one day.
I will buy fresh fruit.
I could take today off if I'd done ANY of these things earlier in the week (eating better probably would help).
I'm being hypnotized by my need to process some things, and I process by writing I've found. I can't write when there's a little person around that I SHOULD be paying attention to, and I can't write when he's not around because I feel like I should be cleaning... It's all excuses I'm sure. It's all the same hog wash, day after day. I'm so lame I can't even begin to describe it. Somebody stick a fork in me, I'm done.
The universe, yep, it's a beautiful terrible place, and I really love it here, but sometimes I wish I could grab a bull horn and tell everyone in it to bite my butt.
Today I will clean the kitchen until there are no dirty dishes or trash in it.
I will remove all the trash from the house.
I will do at least 3 loads of laundry.
I will eat something other than a bagel.
I will drink something other than 4 cups of coffee.
I will change all 3 fish bowls in one day.
I will buy fresh fruit.
I could take today off if I'd done ANY of these things earlier in the week (eating better probably would help).
I'm being hypnotized by my need to process some things, and I process by writing I've found. I can't write when there's a little person around that I SHOULD be paying attention to, and I can't write when he's not around because I feel like I should be cleaning... It's all excuses I'm sure. It's all the same hog wash, day after day. I'm so lame I can't even begin to describe it. Somebody stick a fork in me, I'm done.
huh! and huh?
Jul. 1st, 2004 05:26 pmWell I almost got the kitchen clean, then I stopped to do the fish and promptly smashed one of my vases and cut open the knuckle on my middle finger of my right hand as a result. I don't think I need stitches, but it does seem to start bleeding again periodically, so I am not ruling it out for fun things to do later...
Buster was just trying to um, get comfy on my lap? Or was it that he thought my lap smelled ripe for something? I dunno what it was but it was starting to remind me of when Meerkat used to get up close and personal with a stuffed bear of mine so I booted him off my lap and he seemed pissy about it. I wondered what would have happened if I'd continued to tolerate him. I think there might still be some Tom in him despite his nuts having been gone for about 6 months. He has a tendency to stand outside the litter box waiting for Uhura to finish, this is also an unfortunate strike against him, and really uncool because at present he has his OWN box...
Still ended up drinking too much coffee. K is napping so we might actually catch the fireworks tonight! I still have to clean 2 fish bowls, and the laundry probably won't get touched... oh fucking well...
Buster was just trying to um, get comfy on my lap? Or was it that he thought my lap smelled ripe for something? I dunno what it was but it was starting to remind me of when Meerkat used to get up close and personal with a stuffed bear of mine so I booted him off my lap and he seemed pissy about it. I wondered what would have happened if I'd continued to tolerate him. I think there might still be some Tom in him despite his nuts having been gone for about 6 months. He has a tendency to stand outside the litter box waiting for Uhura to finish, this is also an unfortunate strike against him, and really uncool because at present he has his OWN box...
Still ended up drinking too much coffee. K is napping so we might actually catch the fireworks tonight! I still have to clean 2 fish bowls, and the laundry probably won't get touched... oh fucking well...
We missed the fireworks because after a few hours of wondering whether that pain meant tendon damage we ended up taking me to the emergency room to be looked at. I felt pretty silly sitting there with a tiny bandaid on my finger holding my arm above my head like I thought I was at risk of bleeding to death, when the truth was just that my finger throbbed less if I kept it there.
The ER was surprisingly empty for a holiday evening, especially one involving explosives, so it only took a long time before they saw me- no stitches, but I did get some of that new glue stuff, and a tetanus shot and of course a replacement bandaid, and a bill for $110. As stupid visits to the ER go, this was the cheapest, so I am not currently complaining.
I might not be typing much the next few days, gee, I wonder why! :)
The ER was surprisingly empty for a holiday evening, especially one involving explosives, so it only took a long time before they saw me- no stitches, but I did get some of that new glue stuff, and a tetanus shot and of course a replacement bandaid, and a bill for $110. As stupid visits to the ER go, this was the cheapest, so I am not currently complaining.
I might not be typing much the next few days, gee, I wonder why! :)
