kittydesade | (no subject)

Ich wollte, ich könnte... Ergänzen Sie die Sätze. Finden Sie dann heraus, was Ihre Partnerin/Ihr Partner geschrieben hat und was sie/er gern tun würde.

1. Ich wollte, ich könnte ein Auto fahren.
2. Wenn ich Zeit hätte, ich würde ein Favorit Buch gern lesen.
3. Wenn meine Eltern viel Geld hätten, sie würden manchmal zu seine Kinder geben.
4. Ich sollte mein Deutsch studieren.
5. Ich würde gern ein Schläfchen machen.

1. Ich wollte, ich könnte mein Haus aufräumen.
2. Wenn ich Zeit hätte, ich würde einige Keks backen.
4. Ich sollte meine Fotos und meine Fragen zu der Wintern senden.
5. Ich würde gern ein Geschichte schrieben.

It's only been a week or two and it's only a pound or two, so we'll call it premature to do any kind of victory dance yet. The numbers on the scale are proceeding in the direction I want them to, we'll say. And yet, I'm still/already getting that annoying phenomenon of clothes suddenly don't fit right and yet it's incredibly premature to buy new anything (unless already needed because of wear and tear) because either you're going to gain back the weight or you're going to lose more and then it'll all be too loose again and ARGH. This isn't even an item of clothing I can take in/let out myself, either. Maybe it's just elastic fail. That would account for it and be less annoying. We'll go with that.

Did German. Can't entirely believe I have brain for the German, but did it. Now I just have to rustle up brainpower from somewhere to do shipping and find pocket change enough to wait a second. Okay, there, pocket change for bus money problem solved, now I just have to rustle up the brainpower to do the shipping and get that over with so I can go home early. Which might be a bigger problem than I anticipated. My earlier bounce of all the energy yay seems to have dissipated.

Still, today's about as quiet as it's going to ever get, so I should be able to be out of here a couple hours early, then home, then more unpacking. I even have the unpacking and sorting out of things broken down per day by sections with what I think are reasonable chunks of stuff, so that I know what I'm doing. Even if it doesn't feel like I do. I'm on the verge of having everything dribble out of my ears, and I know there are five or ten things I need to put on a list of Things To Get For The House, and at this point I can't remember if the boy said "hey, we should get one of those lawnmowers" about a display of second-hand lawnmowers in the real world or in my dreams last night.

Yes, I've hit the point of moving and unpacking and setting up house where I'm dreaming about it. My mind will not stop churning. I do, at least, have an Amazon wish list that's keeping track of some of that for me. This isn't helping the random stuff I think about in the middle of the morning and go "oh we need that" though. Argh.

I need robots. To clean my house for me.

I also need a co-worker who isn't going to shove off everything she doesn't feel like doing onto me. This isn't a relative, this is a co-worker, who apparently has decided it's my job to contact all the customers about simple yes or no questions it would take her two seconds on the phone to resolve. And since it's either I do the physical labor part of my job first and do emails when I can get to them, or do emails first and then everything else gets slowed down because, see previous entry about the only able-bodied person here... no, yeah, I'll save you the long explanation and skip straight to punching her in the face or dumping her on the body farm or something. I am tired, I am not in the mood for this shit.

Come on, Jag. Zen. Be zen. Be calm, get shit done, the best revenge is living well or some other bollocks like that. I think in this particular instance, too, it's the if you give me one more thing to do I will scream aspect. Because I have too much shit to do as it is. Both at work and at home. I'm running the Red Queen's race and I haven't lost my head yet, but I can't promise that won't be the case later on.

Just one break. Just one fucking bit of rest, that's all I ask. Is that too much to ask? Hey, at least I'm not whining at you for money or presents again.