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Feb. 9th, 2015 02:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeSo apparently after a weekend in which I did all the things, my brain has decided I need to keep doing all the things, except being at work when all the things are mostly cerebral and/or paperwork this results in overclocking and gears grinding.
I mean, on the plus side, I did all the things this weekend! It was nice out so between the two of us the boy and I got 90% of the burnable paperwork burned (old pay stubs, old credit card statements, basically anything with sensitive information on it we didn't want to just toss into the recycling bin), the old 8x8 raised bed moved down to the bottom of the garden so we can turn it into a compost heap, the current raised beds (4x4s some stacked together) covered in black plastic to kill things, the porch swept almost entirely clean, and all but a couple stray peat pots of starter herbs moved up to the guest room windowsills. Plus some new plants planted. Plus the usual laundry, dishes, etc. Oh, and taxes. We did taxes. Ugh.
And I cut and cooked the chicken. And .... yeah, I didn't really give myself a weekend did I. I should stop doing that. I mean, yes, it happened this weekend because it was surprisingly warm and I wanted to do the things while it was warm, but this weekend, someone punch me if I try to do All The Things?
As I am not trying to do all the things tonight, self. I am going home (by way of Staples because work errands and also the boy needs to stop fucking stealing my tinyass point pens), I am making sweet and sour chicken because fuck winter that's why, and I am sitting down to write. And tonight I am sitting down to write the wackyass thing that tumblr inspired me to write, and also Sandborn. Which has seen considerable development of both the protag and her adorable friend, I am pleased. And then I will stretch out, read some of a good book, maybe conjugate or decline a few things in Latin, and sleep all the fucking sleep. I am not trying to sew curtains tonight, self, that is for tomorrow night. After I've gotten some sleep.
I mean, on the plus side, I did all the things this weekend! It was nice out so between the two of us the boy and I got 90% of the burnable paperwork burned (old pay stubs, old credit card statements, basically anything with sensitive information on it we didn't want to just toss into the recycling bin), the old 8x8 raised bed moved down to the bottom of the garden so we can turn it into a compost heap, the current raised beds (4x4s some stacked together) covered in black plastic to kill things, the porch swept almost entirely clean, and all but a couple stray peat pots of starter herbs moved up to the guest room windowsills. Plus some new plants planted. Plus the usual laundry, dishes, etc. Oh, and taxes. We did taxes. Ugh.
And I cut and cooked the chicken. And .... yeah, I didn't really give myself a weekend did I. I should stop doing that. I mean, yes, it happened this weekend because it was surprisingly warm and I wanted to do the things while it was warm, but this weekend, someone punch me if I try to do All The Things?
As I am not trying to do all the things tonight, self. I am going home (by way of Staples because work errands and also the boy needs to stop fucking stealing my tinyass point pens), I am making sweet and sour chicken because fuck winter that's why, and I am sitting down to write. And tonight I am sitting down to write the wackyass thing that tumblr inspired me to write, and also Sandborn. Which has seen considerable development of both the protag and her adorable friend, I am pleased. And then I will stretch out, read some of a good book, maybe conjugate or decline a few things in Latin, and sleep all the fucking sleep. I am not trying to sew curtains tonight, self, that is for tomorrow night. After I've gotten some sleep.
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Date: 2015-02-10 04:18 am (UTC)