I suppose this is now me spamming
Aug. 10th, 2008 10:46 pmI just, well recently, got home from the Cubs/Cards game.
'Twas fun.
I didn't particularly want to go because of my aforementioned feelings of extreme irritability, but I had a delicious cheeseburger at a bar beforehand and I do love spending time with my family. Our seats were pretty great (and I almost might have caught a foul ball (would that make it a fowl ball?)! Well, I would have if I had noticed it was coming in my direction and then hadn't, when I noticed, immediately gone into 'duck and cover' mode) and I spent the time alternating getting all into it, being bored, and explaining things to my mom.
Apparently I retained a lot of knowledge from my Stupid Ex days. I'm just as surprised as anyone, let me tell you.
And I can honestly say I have no idea what this week will bring. My moods are strange and unpredictable, I keep thinking I have nothing to do and then spend the week frantic, and I am upping my Accutane dosage this week (on Saturday, as that is when I am done with what I have).
I don't know.
Actually, I think part of the irritability is that I'm still not unpacked, in part because there are some things I just have *no clue* what to do with, which might be a sign I should do some serious culling. But I probably wont.
I like to unpack relatively quickly so that I am settled and can not trip over things or be overwhelmed by my mess and stuff and that really isn't happening with this move. I don't want to say that being unpacked will make everything better, because I know it won't, but it will help alleviate some of the stress. Maybe I should hang pictures. That might help. Hanging pictures will mean clearing out a lot of my closet so I can put papers in there (temporarily, until I get a three drawer filing cabinet. Did I mention that I really want a three-drawer filing cabinet? Because I do. Quite a lot) which will get the boxes of papers out of the middle of my living room and out of my way.
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I had a nice, if crabby at parts, weekend. I wouldn't mind more like this.
And I am taking vacation in three weeks. I can totally do fifteen more days of work. To. To. Ly.
Good night to all and to all a good night.
'Twas fun.
I didn't particularly want to go because of my aforementioned feelings of extreme irritability, but I had a delicious cheeseburger at a bar beforehand and I do love spending time with my family. Our seats were pretty great (and I almost might have caught a foul ball (would that make it a fowl ball?)! Well, I would have if I had noticed it was coming in my direction and then hadn't, when I noticed, immediately gone into 'duck and cover' mode) and I spent the time alternating getting all into it, being bored, and explaining things to my mom.
Apparently I retained a lot of knowledge from my Stupid Ex days. I'm just as surprised as anyone, let me tell you.
And I can honestly say I have no idea what this week will bring. My moods are strange and unpredictable, I keep thinking I have nothing to do and then spend the week frantic, and I am upping my Accutane dosage this week (on Saturday, as that is when I am done with what I have).
I don't know.
Actually, I think part of the irritability is that I'm still not unpacked, in part because there are some things I just have *no clue* what to do with, which might be a sign I should do some serious culling. But I probably wont.
I like to unpack relatively quickly so that I am settled and can not trip over things or be overwhelmed by my mess and stuff and that really isn't happening with this move. I don't want to say that being unpacked will make everything better, because I know it won't, but it will help alleviate some of the stress. Maybe I should hang pictures. That might help. Hanging pictures will mean clearing out a lot of my closet so I can put papers in there (temporarily, until I get a three drawer filing cabinet. Did I mention that I really want a three-drawer filing cabinet? Because I do. Quite a lot) which will get the boxes of papers out of the middle of my living room and out of my way.
~
I had a nice, if crabby at parts, weekend. I wouldn't mind more like this.
And I am taking vacation in three weeks. I can totally do fifteen more days of work. To. To. Ly.
Good night to all and to all a good night.