I guess it does help me to have a list and cross things off. If I continue to do this, I'll make my lists elsewhere (or make the entries private) so as not to bore the tits socks off my flist.

( To Do Update )

I had a very productive evening last night. The funny thing is that I thought I would be able to do more off my list. I have this weird disorder that makes me think that household tasks don't take any time. I know, crazy, right? So I always think that if I don't get something done, it's because of my own unwillingness/lack of motivation/ ( Read more... )

• Clean out litter boxes and scrub
  
  
• Clean basement
  
  
• Inventory paint supplies, make list for weekend project (Kitchen/dining room)
  
  
• Clean all baseboards, doors, and doorjambs (major culprits, anyway)
  
  
• Wash windows
  
  
• Organize under-the-sink areas (3)
  
  
• Hang pictures (at least take everything down and make a plan for hanging stuff)
  
  
• Freecycle
  
  
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I feel like I've been reduced in surprising and hurtful ways this year. The rebirths, when they come, are bittersweet ( Read more... )

I hate hitting the wall at this time of the day every day. What's wrong with me? (Don't answer). Probably everyone has these mid afternoon drops in energy, right? It's because I'm not eating right, right? JUST TELL ME SO I CAN FIX IT ( Read more... )

Just finished eating an enormous, delicious, chocolate chip cookie. Am hating myself for it. It really wasn't "delicious" so much as "cookie ( Read more... )

We went to a Concord Grape Heritage Association annual dinner last night. It was very nice and all, but I increasingly dislike these functions. Maybe I always have. It's different for Rick -- he has much more contact with these folks and they know him well and seek him out for conversation. I'm just the chick standing next to him that they've ( Read more... )

I hate it when I get to work and I'm all industrious about Getting Things Done, and I'm on a roll....and then my boss hijacks me to a meeting. Thirty minutes before it starts. And, oh, can you talk about X, Y, and Z? Actually, that part is not so bad -- I'm good at off-the-cuff talking. But I HATE meetings. And now it's 25 minutes before lunch ( Read more... )

Still feeling pretty down and crying at random times, but making it through ( Read more... )