There is the most giant stack of boxes behind me, oh my.
You see, I got up at nine a.m., which is a rare occurrence for me as I work nights. But yesterday, I fought off a wobbly, eye-blinking drowsiness at nine p.m. and decided to fuck it and just go to bed. Fast forward to to ten in the morning, with two cups of coffee in me--man, oh man, was I ready.
I was a mad man. I tossed all the living room into half-organized bins, shoved the furniture to one side of the room, swept and mopped, and upon drying, I did the same with the other side.
When you have hardwood floors and three cats, things get gross. Cat hair everywhere: under things, on things, forming a near carpet on all your linens... I managed to move an antique 8 ft tall secretary desk with a heavy glass-doored hutch all by myself. We call it "The Big Kahuna." My dad restored it, and it ended up in my Mom's house.
Heavy. As. Fuck.
I ended up with an entire bankers box of candles. I thought to myself, "How does that happen?" I shortly realized that I had bought most of the candle holders. Oops. That's just facilitating candle-shopping addictions.
I guess the living room is clean for now, but the displaced items, like refugees in Darfur, cannot be forgotten. We must persevere. A glove with strips dangling from the ends with feathers for the cats to play with, those need a place. My knitting books, having taken over the living room, those need a place. My pointless knick-knacks, those need a place.
It's 8 p.m. and, while I know things need a place, I just can't be bothered.
Maybe I'll put up the Christmas tree. Atleast I know what place that goes in.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
It's late. Like, eleven in the evening late. I was snoozing from five to six in the p.m., but before that, I managed some wink eye from three a.m. to four a.m.
No one cares about any of this bullshit.
Basically, I can never sleep. So that's a thing.
(I'm convinced my boss can see every facebook login, every phonecall, every sign language motion to my partner in crime, Big Brother is watching.)
I've got party planning on the brain, so... notepads of things that my job can't see.
I'm planning a baby shower. I've never been to one, so that's cool...
(JK I'm pretty ecited.)