Anyway, I got all of the articles for the paper read yesterday and then this morning I went through and started making notes. Typing is not so great right now. I kind of have a booboo. I made beef kabobs, grilled veggies, onions, and foil packet potatoes on the grill last night. It was beautiful, delicious, and kept the house from getting hot.
But I have a love/hate relationship with the slicer thingy. I love that it makes the prep of the onions and taters so quick and easy. It hates me so it cut the tip of my index finger wide open. “Flayed” might actually be a more accurate description. At any rate, Josh ended up helping me and we had a nice evening.
Typing kind of sucks. Wiping my butt kind of sucks. Taking a shower this morning involved a latex glove. It’s really kind of like a bad joke at this point.
And then I decided this morning that meeting with one of my faculty friends to practice my presentation would be a swell idea. I’m not saying it wasn’t, I’m just saying that now I’m going to redo it. The whole fucking thing nearly. Because now I don’t like it. And apparently I have nothing better to do.
I have until Wednesday at 5 to turn in the paper. I’d be working on it now but all of my stuph is at home. Won’t make that mistake tomorrow. That has got to get done before I spend any more time on the presentation. Oh, and since the presentation is being redone, the handout has to be redone as well. Yay…
I just need to get back into my routines, which is difficult given that I’m at that shitty transitional place with work and school. This week is finals for the spring semester, next week is technically nothing (except the presentation that will kill me), and then the first summer session starts on May 19. Josh’s class starts the first part of June I think. Anyway, life is just going to be kind of odd for a little while. I’m trying my best to maintain some semblance of normalcy, which is really pretty fucking hilarious for me.
Routines, and things that go with routines, save my mental little ass quite often. I’ve gotten to a point where I honestly just cannot tolerate chaos of any kind. For example, I know that there’s not enough time to do anything particularly productive before I leave this afternoon. That’s actually why I started this post. But it’s still kind of killing me knowing that there’s shit that needs done. At home on Saturday I decided that I wanted to clean out my closet, because really, what would a weekend be without me cleaning out something. So I did that and it made my brain a little quieter. But then I saw Josh’s shirts on the shelf, all messy and mixed together, and I went a little nuts. So I had Mom help me refold every last one of them and sort them into “short sleeved” and “long sleeved” piles. Then Sunday I realized that his hanging shirts were all mixed together and I just couldn’t tolerate that. See what I mean?
So yeah, routines and a lack of shit laying around – sometimes referred to as clutter – help me out a whole lot.
Wow, where the hell did I even intend to go with this?