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said_scarlett) wrote2008-08-15 09:59 am
said_scarlett) wrote2008-08-15 09:59 am
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Burn It Up and Burn It Out....
Oh boy.
It's going to be another one of Those Days, I can tell.
Between the coyotes yowling up a storm right outside the fence to the dog going ballistic at some cat that wandered through the yard, I got very little sleep last night. Whatever, I haul myself out of bed around 8, I fix some strong coffee and wash my face and try and kick myself into gear.
I'm out of boxes again, so I decide it's time to call those old tubs I used when moving cross country into service. The only problem being that I have no idea what happened to the empty ones after we cleaned the garage last year.
I ask my folks, and am informed they're 'outside somewhere'. This does not bode well. It's not even 10:00 AM and it's already over 80 degrees out, and attempting to traipse across my property in search of mystical empty tubs is not exactly... well, how I planned to spend my morning, to put it lightly. They aren't in the dog run, as I'd assumed, and I hope they aren't in the shed because I've piled so much crap in there at this point that I'd wager they'd be inaccessible.
And now some Other Stuff has cropped up, because it never rains it pours, and I really wish I could just be left to my own devices to get myself packed and ready to move. And there's so very much I could say, but I've learned to bite my tongue to keep the peace. But... I can't do anything. I don't have much time. I'm going to be out of commission before too much longer, and I've still got so much to do. I have to focus on my life. This is what adults do. We have our own lives and bills and problems to deal with, and I can't just drop everything at someone else's whim just to be a shoulder to cry on.
I really wish I had something more interesting or more entertaining to post about, but I'm afraid my life - barring the occasional sitcom-esque mishap - is relatively boring right now.
And back to the grindstone.
It's going to be another one of Those Days, I can tell.
Between the coyotes yowling up a storm right outside the fence to the dog going ballistic at some cat that wandered through the yard, I got very little sleep last night. Whatever, I haul myself out of bed around 8, I fix some strong coffee and wash my face and try and kick myself into gear.
I'm out of boxes again, so I decide it's time to call those old tubs I used when moving cross country into service. The only problem being that I have no idea what happened to the empty ones after we cleaned the garage last year.
I ask my folks, and am informed they're 'outside somewhere'. This does not bode well. It's not even 10:00 AM and it's already over 80 degrees out, and attempting to traipse across my property in search of mystical empty tubs is not exactly... well, how I planned to spend my morning, to put it lightly. They aren't in the dog run, as I'd assumed, and I hope they aren't in the shed because I've piled so much crap in there at this point that I'd wager they'd be inaccessible.
And now some Other Stuff has cropped up, because it never rains it pours, and I really wish I could just be left to my own devices to get myself packed and ready to move. And there's so very much I could say, but I've learned to bite my tongue to keep the peace. But... I can't do anything. I don't have much time. I'm going to be out of commission before too much longer, and I've still got so much to do. I have to focus on my life. This is what adults do. We have our own lives and bills and problems to deal with, and I can't just drop everything at someone else's whim just to be a shoulder to cry on.
I really wish I had something more interesting or more entertaining to post about, but I'm afraid my life - barring the occasional sitcom-esque mishap - is relatively boring right now.
And back to the grindstone.