Wow. It's, like, 7:30 in the morning.
I was up at 11 AM, and worked the whole day (with short breaks) til 5:30 AM on cleaning and rearranging my bedroom. Unless you're a Book Person, you don't know how long it takes to haul those books off and put them back up again on new shelves. Eeeps! Plus I had to reorg/re-alpha them all. They used to be arranged by subject (non fiction) and by genre and alpha (fiction) but when Nombly turned into The Peeing Wonder I had to take everything off the bottom shelves before they got hit. (If there is one thing about books... they cannot be cleaned when either Liquid or Smell gets into them.) So I just tossed and shoved and shoveled books up on each other, and tried to get through the rest of my MA--and things were already a disorganized mess to begin with. (School is Death. Really.)
But that was only part of it. I was overdue for the Every-5-Years go through paperwork and throw out old crap. Tossed all my class notes (don't tell Fernando, he'd just die.) Found some extremely amusing things written by friends which I DID keep, including Vidal's scientific system for assessing friends. (The number 10 strength that a friend can possess is: Stereotypical good looks. wtf!) Found the minutes Gilby wrote for an olds work leads meeting, which I'd kept because of all the Inappropriate Humour. Postings will (and must) follow soon.
The desk is still piled with stuff, but I know where it all has to go. It'll wait. At least the bed is clear.
Oh Lord. My feet and calves were in such pain from standing all day and night, I had to take Tylenol. I came here to watch a little tv, and made the MONUMENTAL mistake of checking email. Should know better.
-->Just got up to go take my (much overdue) daily pills. And apparently Tylenol does NOT make sore feet unsore. I feel crippled.
On the plus side: Made homemade chick pea salad (from the Get It Ripe book) and homemade herb bread (from How It All Vegan) --which were both excellent-- while faux-roomba vaccuumed my bedroom for me.
Better hit the sheets.
As my grandfather's cousin, Wilf, used to say: See you at the crack of noon.
1 comment:
What is this scientific system? This must be very old. I can't picture him doing something like that now.
Also, didn't remember giving you those shoes. My friend Andrea has a pair, too. My opinion on bringing back souvenirs fluctuates. Apparently three years ago I was all into it..!
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