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Oct. 13th, 2013 12:31 pmI practically feel human, and it's all because I got off my ass. I think I need an extra 2 weeks to do stupid things more often. Furlough me all you muthafuggin want.
I don't know why it takes me so long to get around to all these things.
Things like clear horrible books I never will read (again) off the bookshelves, take the electronic pile to the hazardous trash collection, communicate my dad's stuff to family, put laundry away instead of wearing it "off the rack," hang out with friends, snake the drain, order (and soon to install) a new toilet that flushes without argument while using less water, doing condo assoc stuff, and a host of stupid little things that have made it far easier to walk around my apt.
This may be related to putting a bid on a house in PG County. My plan is to fix and move into it, rent out this place, then fix the new place more, or if that offer isn't accepted punt and wait for something better with the same possible plan.
However another product of the furlough is realizing my job is really high stress. Like stupid high stress, love it and all, but my god. I'm drinking less coffee (on purpose), sleeping more, but I'm doing more - I don't just come home and DETOX for 4 hours a day OR work more. Part of me feels lame not having a mission every day and positive feedback
(wonder why I'm a whore? Think affirmation - work, gym, sex - all the same weakness)
(I'm sorry I said weakness, I mean strong mammalian healthy instinct)
but the rest of me is just happy not to be burning with the list of things that must be done.
I'm not sure how much is also the product of a long-distance B'more relationship. May not seem far to some, and it's a great day trip, but understand I've had weekends out of town for like 5 years. My weekends for chores are pretty much destroyed.
Law was a stupid idea - if I had studied IT I could leave the country.
I don't know why it takes me so long to get around to all these things.
Things like clear horrible books I never will read (again) off the bookshelves, take the electronic pile to the hazardous trash collection, communicate my dad's stuff to family, put laundry away instead of wearing it "off the rack," hang out with friends, snake the drain, order (and soon to install) a new toilet that flushes without argument while using less water, doing condo assoc stuff, and a host of stupid little things that have made it far easier to walk around my apt.
This may be related to putting a bid on a house in PG County. My plan is to fix and move into it, rent out this place, then fix the new place more, or if that offer isn't accepted punt and wait for something better with the same possible plan.
However another product of the furlough is realizing my job is really high stress. Like stupid high stress, love it and all, but my god. I'm drinking less coffee (on purpose), sleeping more, but I'm doing more - I don't just come home and DETOX for 4 hours a day OR work more. Part of me feels lame not having a mission every day and positive feedback
(wonder why I'm a whore? Think affirmation - work, gym, sex - all the same weakness)
(I'm sorry I said weakness, I mean strong mammalian healthy instinct)
but the rest of me is just happy not to be burning with the list of things that must be done.
I'm not sure how much is also the product of a long-distance B'more relationship. May not seem far to some, and it's a great day trip, but understand I've had weekends out of town for like 5 years. My weekends for chores are pretty much destroyed.
Law was a stupid idea - if I had studied IT I could leave the country.
