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Dec. 7th, 2012 06:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeI have no idea why I have been consistently waking up 30 minutes before my alarm goes off, but I would like it to stop now plskthnxbai.
Moving day. Moving. Day. As in, the last of our shit and the cats moving day. I still can't quite believe it's actually here. Between the negotiations with the fucking banks and the endless reconstruction, it doesn't seem real. But the boiler is finally, finally in, the radiators are starting to be connected, we have hot water (or will have once we light the hot water heater), and most of our stuff is there. Just a couple more carloads left. And us and the cats.
... Hey, I'd better turn the alarm off so it doesn't scare the shit out of me oops.
Today's exercise bout was somewhat less successful and coherent than yesterday's. Small steps? Or maybe just deciding what I'm going to do in the morning and then sticking to it; there was a certain amount of well do I finish Yuletide since I'm so close or do I exercise. I think I dislike ambivalence.
So, okay, fine. Unless today is incredibly busy (and it's looking like Monday will be the busy day, between 8 different shipments incoming and all the outgoing that accumulates over the weekend) there will be writing while at work and exercising this morning after I get my stuff together. Which it mostly already is, now, that was easy, now I just need to get my jeans, shoes, and socks on. Yay Yuletide! So far this year it's easy, except for the one part of it that just isn't working despite there being no goddamn earthly reason for it not to. I dislike that.
And I was going to think, mmm, maybe I should pack the netbook so I can be out front and do blogwork at the same time, only the netbook's at the house. The two places of my living haven't yet conflated. This irks me. It's irksome. Ah well. Shit to do, so I guess I'd better go ahead and do it, then, hadn't I?
Moving day. Moving. Day. As in, the last of our shit and the cats moving day. I still can't quite believe it's actually here. Between the negotiations with the fucking banks and the endless reconstruction, it doesn't seem real. But the boiler is finally, finally in, the radiators are starting to be connected, we have hot water (or will have once we light the hot water heater), and most of our stuff is there. Just a couple more carloads left. And us and the cats.
... Hey, I'd better turn the alarm off so it doesn't scare the shit out of me oops.
Today's exercise bout was somewhat less successful and coherent than yesterday's. Small steps? Or maybe just deciding what I'm going to do in the morning and then sticking to it; there was a certain amount of well do I finish Yuletide since I'm so close or do I exercise. I think I dislike ambivalence.
So, okay, fine. Unless today is incredibly busy (and it's looking like Monday will be the busy day, between 8 different shipments incoming and all the outgoing that accumulates over the weekend) there will be writing while at work and exercising this morning after I get my stuff together. Which it mostly already is, now, that was easy, now I just need to get my jeans, shoes, and socks on. Yay Yuletide! So far this year it's easy, except for the one part of it that just isn't working despite there being no goddamn earthly reason for it not to. I dislike that.
And I was going to think, mmm, maybe I should pack the netbook so I can be out front and do blogwork at the same time, only the netbook's at the house. The two places of my living haven't yet conflated. This irks me. It's irksome. Ah well. Shit to do, so I guess I'd better go ahead and do it, then, hadn't I?