of things i really have to do today – dump: » large wardrobe » table & chairs » our computer desk what don’t fit wah – move thousands of boxes – pull up carpet – put hook & eye on that door – rearrange upstairs so things can be moved around – follow up on address with amazon – go to post office & change address – call airtricity – make cookies for big strong handsome men (also possibly give them wine :)) – get power tools – return stuff…
…but I recently read an “advice to young people” thing that said, “Don’t tell people you’re tired. Everybody’s tired, and they don’t care if you are too.” Actually, what I thought about that was, 1. F#ck you, asshole, and 2. There’s obviously something wrong with our society if tired is everybody’s default. But anyway. I do wish I’d stop waking up at 5am, because I almost never get any meaningful sleep once that happens. Alternately, I suppose I wish I’d go to bed at 9pm so waking up at 5…
I was downtown this afternoon waiting for the bus, and I saw one of the women who works at the cafe I usually get a hot chocolate ate. She said to me, “You were at the Bon Jovi concert! I saw you on the big screens and I thought, OMG, it’s Mint Hot Chocolate!” *laughs and laughs* Mom and I went to Ikea before that and spent about 300 hours there in 90 minutes. I got a lot of things I needed for the new house, though now they all…
We are in a state of perpetual moving. This is not unlike a state of perpetual motion, except it’s also not like it. By last night, we both had a thousand mile stare and were beginning to just shove random shit into boxes. Somehow, despite doing this fifty billion times, there kept being more stuff. The house looked like a pack of 3 year olds had run through strewing junk everywhere. There was little room to manuever around the boxes. Today, two nice men came and took all the packed…
Keep nothing, they say, that you do not know to be useful or find to be beautiful. I’m in the stage of packing my office right now that it’s painfully clear I have a lot of shit that is neither. It’s obvious now, what with moving looming, that many items of sentimental value–Rogue & Gambit figurines collected by myself or by others for me, or mementos like the glass Pepsi bottle I kept from my first trip to the UK & Ireland in 1993–which, while I’m still fond of them,…