Well I made a list last week of things I would like to accomplish this year. Here is what I want to do for this week.
1. Really organize all the things.
No junk drawers, no hiding places for secret crap. If all the nooks and crannies of the home are cleaned and organized, I won't have that secret lurking feeling of "everything is going to go wrong and all your loved ones will die." I think I have a disorder.
2. Go to Christmas Tree Shops
They have good sales, I have a gift card plus a little bit of "home money" to spend on things. Mike and I want to make the wall in the dining room a big photo wall with all kinds of frames, pictures and art. It will be nice. I also want an area rug for the living room. The part of the carpet by the couch which I call "my office" is looking a little worn from me moving the ottoman back and forth whenever I get up. I always sit with an ottoman. Not because I'm some kind of feudal king that needs to be comfortable and spoiled (maybe a little), but I have bad circulation in my ankles from a medical problem a few years ago, so I get cankles too easily. I will prevent cankles at all costs.
3. Read all the magazines.
I have about 12 unread magazines that I haven't even looked at. Avenue tricked me into getting magazine subscriptions so I guess I'd better read them. Granted, some of the articles are likely to be out of date, like from Real Simple's holiday issues, but I'm going to read them anyways AND GET MY DAMN MONEY'S WORTH.
4. Go to Starbucks and write like hell.
I have not been meeting my writing quota at all. One day this week I will hunker down in Le Starbs and get out my writing from last week and this week. I'm gonna be that person that I hate; the one who makes the coffee shop their office. I will buy stuff though; I won't just nurse one cup of coffee for 4 hours. I will be fueled by the fury of at least 3 lattes.
5. Blog post.
I have this really great blog post that I've been putting off writing up for a few days. I'm very proud of it. I even drew a picture. I'm jealous of blogs like Crappy Pictures and Hyperbole and a Half and Mayor Gia that consistently have really cool pictures that they've drawn. Well I finally drew a picture and I am excited to share it with you.... laterish. I also will start doing a re-cap of Hoarders each Tuesday because I cannot contain my emotions with this show any longer.
Well that's all I got for now. I have things to do. Plus I've hit that point in my day where I am over-caffeinated to the point that I am a little dizzy, a little nauseous and a lot ADHJD (attention deficit hyper-active jumpy disorder) and need to finish doing all the things. All I intended to do today was to straighten up so I can get maintenance in here. There's been an incident... on two separate, non-consecutive nights. The smoke alarm/carbon monoxide detector (I don't even know what it is, it's just the fucking thing on the ceiling in the bedroom that has demon eyes in the night) did this thing last night where it beeped every sixty seconds for an indeterminate amount of time. Could have been half an hour, ten minutes or two hours. I don't even know. Then it just stopped. Then it'd start doing it a few hours later. This has happened twice and only at night. Because fuck the daytime when I'm awake and shit. I woke up with a migraine after a restless night of sleep involving dreams of throwing the dining room chairs at the smoke alarm. This happened once in our old apartment too. I discovered that it's not a battery that needs to be changed; these are hard-wired into the electrical system. Last time I got so fed up in the night that I just ripped it out of the wires from the ceiling. I'm trying not to hulk out this time though. So, yeah, I have to clean up the apartment before I let maintenance workers in because I am secretly afraid that if they see a messy house that they will report me to the Messy House Division of You're Kicked the Fuck Out of Here. Like I said earlier, I have a disorder.
Labels: coffee, domesticity, my days, why is this me