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Mood: tired and overwhelmed... check, please?
Right now i want... i'd like to be the selfish one for once.
let me clarify that want of mine. i am selfish. for example, i know that i don't want my mother staying with me this weekend. not that i don't love her or want her here, i do, and i do, i just don't want her taking over my bedroom. especially since now that steve is here there is no guest room. so that means i'm sleeping on the couch this weekend. and regardless of how comfortable andy's sleeping bag may be, i don't want to sleep on the floor. my inner five year old is pitching a major fit inside my head.
sadly, i'm "mature" and "adult" and "considerate" and "polite." so my mom is staying with me, specifically staying in my bedroom and kicking me to the cold couch, with no complaint from me.
so i'm making lists, of things i need to clean, things i need to buy (more towels, decaf folgers instant coffee (ew), bean soups) so that my mom will be comfortable. and let's not forget the flowers and candles and lights so that my grandmother and aunts can't complain that i live in a lifeless, steril, dump.
and this whole roommate thing completely changes how i think about basic daily activities like going to the grocery store, getting dinner, and how loud the tv is.
::sigh:: it's just been a really long couple of weeks.
my ankles are still really bothering me. i want to play tomorrow, i've decided. but... i can't be hobbling around this weekend or i'll never hear the end of it.
... and, ok, ew... the office mate just came in with really nasty smelling chineese food. gross. thank goodness we have a meeting soon, i'll have to remember to leave the door open so the office can air itself out.
oh, one last thing. the word of the day is: ekphrasis.
Last website visited: nytimes
Mood: tired and overwhelmed... check, please?
Right now i want... i'd like to be the selfish one for once.
let me clarify that want of mine. i am selfish. for example, i know that i don't want my mother staying with me this weekend. not that i don't love her or want her here, i do, and i do, i just don't want her taking over my bedroom. especially since now that steve is here there is no guest room. so that means i'm sleeping on the couch this weekend. and regardless of how comfortable andy's sleeping bag may be, i don't want to sleep on the floor. my inner five year old is pitching a major fit inside my head.
sadly, i'm "mature" and "adult" and "considerate" and "polite." so my mom is staying with me, specifically staying in my bedroom and kicking me to the cold couch, with no complaint from me.
so i'm making lists, of things i need to clean, things i need to buy (more towels, decaf folgers instant coffee (ew), bean soups) so that my mom will be comfortable. and let's not forget the flowers and candles and lights so that my grandmother and aunts can't complain that i live in a lifeless, steril, dump.
and this whole roommate thing completely changes how i think about basic daily activities like going to the grocery store, getting dinner, and how loud the tv is.
::sigh:: it's just been a really long couple of weeks.
my ankles are still really bothering me. i want to play tomorrow, i've decided. but... i can't be hobbling around this weekend or i'll never hear the end of it.
... and, ok, ew... the office mate just came in with really nasty smelling chineese food. gross. thank goodness we have a meeting soon, i'll have to remember to leave the door open so the office can air itself out.
oh, one last thing. the word of the day is: ekphrasis.
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