I have decided that I am going to throw a whole schwack of shit out. It feels like my apartment has a stranglehold on me. Everywhere I look, there's stuff. The thing that is precipitating this compulsion to get rid of everything is that I want to finally get every room in the apartment clean for once before the Fiery One comes back from Australia, and I am sick of having to move everything back and forth and making piles of things that I'm not sure what to do with and then having to look at them sitting there being piles, and then I am always thinking why can't I get things in order? I should be able to deal with this. You know what? If I didn't have so much shit sitting around everywhere all the time, and if I just got rid of the shit, I would never have to look at it again or rearrange it or make new piles out of it.
The following is a not-so-brief delineation of the clutter I live with:
So, my plan for the evening is to go home and actually cook myself supper. (Since the Fiery One left, I have not eaten supper once). While that's in the oven, I am going to go through the living room with a box, throwing things into it without caution, without reserve, without overthinking. I have a tendency to overthink things. I think of all the possibilities for its future use, I worry that someday I might miss the item in question, and I wonder if I will want the item when we move to a bigger place. This evening my motto will be WHO CARES. Will I need this hanging tea light lantern sometime? Who cares. Is this wooden box with the warped lid that never closes ever going to come in handy? Who cares. Would this kitchen chair, which we got for free but never needed, look so bad if I fixed its split seat with duct tape? Who cares. Get rid of it. I will be free of this mess come hell or high water.
I had the strangest reaction to grapefruit today, which is very, very sad, because I like grapefruit. I had only eaten one section when my lips, the tip of my tongue, and a spot under my nose where some juice had spritzed up turned completely numb. I don't mean a little numb. I mean like at-the-dentist's numb. sniff sniff. So long, grapefruit. Thanks for all the good times.
My last bit of news is that I’ve got really, really, really good news. I’m pulling a Friday here, because I’m not actually going to tell you what it is yet. I have to hold off until it is official, but that should be tomorrow, so I won’t end up stringing you all along for forever like Friday seems wont to do. I am so freaking happy, though! Holy shit! Something good has happened to me!
I haven’t read any of J. K. Rowling’s books, but her site is incredible.
I watched the creepiest kid show that ever there was this morning on the television in the staff room at work, so I just had to look up the site. If they allowed pot-smoking at work, it would have been perfect.
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I like this site’s art.
The puffer fish may now have more to offer us than fugu.
The Chinese government has found that there are 40% more wild pandas than previously thought due to better census methods.
The Stockholm International Peace Research Institute thinks that the invasion of Iraq might lead countries to stock up on weapons of mass destruction rather than downscale.