EN FUEGO
MAN do i love it when she wakes up, comes downstairs, and meddles right as im going to bed.. now im all adrenalized and wont fall asleep til its time to get out of bed, which in turn just fucking kills my morning and any hope of productivity til around 3.. which is more than 1/2way throught the business day and
and theres so. much. goddamn. shit. to. get. fucking. done.
and its my last week here but i havent got anything done for the latter half of the past month or so cuz mrz spends the night over on the couch for 4-5 nights at a stretch* but since shes always busy he's always hovering around and i cant get phone business done while im completely distracted coming up with droll small talk with someone 51 years my senior with maybe 2% shared interests with; not to mention i can't 'make a mess' with company around but hello. im a perpetual 4'8"/4'9" whatever and those mini moving boxes are basically all i can handle so that means using the couch tops and using every available risen surface and how can all that get done when as soon as i leave a room it gets 'cleaned up'? since when is moving a clean undertaking? esp with me- no thumbs here, dragging high shit down to fall all over and then grab em later one by tedious one. yet im supposed to
oh just fuck this. out of the las hour of 'discussion' half of it was me trying to not get interrupted. everythings going in boxes labeled 'shit to sort later'. im so outta here.
*yes, some of that time is interspersed with him helping me drive places, and for that i thank him. but what a fucking time for my elbow blow up to mega-super jawbreaker size.
and also.. side effect of him being around: loads of restaurant leftovers= nothing cooked in the house= frozen crap storage wearing thin= thank christo people get bored and also wanna order food.. which in itself= tons of takkeout, and i feel like an infarction coming on.
I CLOSE IN ONE WEEK.
I CLOSE IN ONE WEEK.
I CLOSE IN ONE WEEK.
1.
move 17th?
and theres so. much. goddamn. shit. to. get. fucking. done.
and its my last week here but i havent got anything done for the latter half of the past month or so cuz mrz spends the night over on the couch for 4-5 nights at a stretch* but since shes always busy he's always hovering around and i cant get phone business done while im completely distracted coming up with droll small talk with someone 51 years my senior with maybe 2% shared interests with; not to mention i can't 'make a mess' with company around but hello. im a perpetual 4'8"/4'9" whatever and those mini moving boxes are basically all i can handle so that means using the couch tops and using every available risen surface and how can all that get done when as soon as i leave a room it gets 'cleaned up'? since when is moving a clean undertaking? esp with me- no thumbs here, dragging high shit down to fall all over and then grab em later one by tedious one. yet im supposed to
oh just fuck this. out of the las hour of 'discussion' half of it was me trying to not get interrupted. everythings going in boxes labeled 'shit to sort later'. im so outta here.
*yes, some of that time is interspersed with him helping me drive places, and for that i thank him. but what a fucking time for my elbow blow up to mega-super jawbreaker size.
and also.. side effect of him being around: loads of restaurant leftovers= nothing cooked in the house= frozen crap storage wearing thin= thank christo people get bored and also wanna order food.. which in itself= tons of takkeout, and i feel like an infarction coming on.
I CLOSE IN ONE WEEK.
I CLOSE IN ONE WEEK.
I CLOSE IN ONE WEEK.
1.
move 17th?
posted by Jas | 4:11 AM
3 Comments:
GOOD POST! VENT TO THE INTERNETS!!! It will do you good. :)
~H
dude, u see the timestamp? im so worthless today
addendum: so i lied. 4+ hours @ the big blue box.. my shoulders are on FIRE
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