I can prefix this post in this manner.
I am tired.
Bone tired. Like, if you could see my bones, they’d be yawning super wide too. They’d also be droopy and a bit grumpy.
I’ve managed to cover most items on my chore list – not including my errands – all of which I’ll address in the morning. The only two things left are “Tiny Office” and “Tidy Bedroom”.
Normally, I would grant myself a full hour for this. I want to just do it for 40 minutes. Maybe I can manage a whole hour? I’m not sure. I was debating having it be in increments of 30, but realize that’s foolish.
My office and my bedroom are in the same general area. Like, if I were to break the area up into quarters my office would be ¼th of it all, while the rest of the bedroom would be the remaining ¾th.
Even though they’re in the same place – or rather even though my office is quite literally inside my bedroom – I’m trying to keep them separated. I have separate trash cans for both areas. I have separate power strips and even two cables, one on each end, for my cellphone.
I have to admit… rotating my bed was a fantastic decision. It really opened the room. I have so much more space now!
It’s very nice. Now, I just need to get my supply boxes labeled, stacked and put In the proper places. I also need to tidy off the surfaces of my desk, dresser, nightstand and chest of drawers. I already rearranged my entertainment center in here.
I do need to dust it a bit up here. I dusted downstairs in the dining and living rooms. The biggest part of my activity between both rooms was the vacuuming and dusting this time. I also pulled cardboard and bags.
Hauled out trash today.
Oh! Speaking of chores… My toilet for some reason is clogging and backing up… with water coming up in the bathtub.
I want to cry.
I’m going to end up in a rubber bucket again in the shower – trying to clean myself off without getting – potentially – “toilet water” on my feet.
Yikes.
Eww… I don’t want to do my bedroom and office, but I sort of promised a friend pictures.
Pictures will be taken in the morning when I actually have clothes on.
… I’m literally looking over the dresser and nightstand with dread in my tiny, cold heart.
Oh well. No time like the present.
Gonna go take my nighttime med, then rush up here.
~J. Lyst
Fortunately, I handled the dishes and cat earlier. I ordered dinner tonight from a different restaurant.
I wish I hadn’t. I assumed since “Halal” was in the name that it would be decent. Extraordinary even.
Hahaha. I lied to myself.
Instead, I’m worried that they sent me unseasoned, boiled and old chicken. It smelled weird too. My cat ate some of it, so I ate it too after slathering it with sauces.
I wolfed down a bunch of ginger afterwards, so hopefully I won’t get sick.
That’s also why I’m pushing myself to be up another hour. Just in case I want to puke.
Too many people have drowned in their own vomit.
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