i'm getting unbelievably tired of taking care of myself. and i'm starting to rebel. as a result i'm slipping into old slobby habits which just make me feel miserable. i'm disgusted by my house, but i don't have the desire to do anything about it. i'm incredibility annoyed at myself for striping my bed this morning before dropping off my laundry at the laundromat, because now i have to put some sheets on my bed and it's delaying me from getting inside it. i think i'm actually procrastinating by writing this entry.
on a less grumpy tone, i came up with the clever plan of keeping an emergency 5 dollars in my desk. i've hidden it inside my second drawer for the odd occasion that i forget my lunch. it's in an envelope labeled "emergency fund". i'm hoping by hiding it i'll forget it's there and won't be tempted to dip into when i have a chocolate emergency or something. i have a drawer full of cookies and crackers, so that should be enough to feed any chocolate impulses. but ya, the emergency fund will prevent future frustration, i'm rather pleased with myself, it's a clever plan.
believe it or not, i really did have a good day. maybe i have an odd way of showing it. or my balloon just gets popped easily. or i'm still pmsing so my moods swing like an axe.
please excuse me, my single bed is waiting to be made. yup, my single bed. my single bed. all i have to say is that it really sux ass.
new words for old desires.
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I wanted to come to no nexter and to hatch folding, but it's getting really hard for me to make it out to stuff in the evenings because of August. His schedule has become completely unpredictable and I'm usually trying to get him to sleep right when things are happening. Ergh.
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