Jun. 26th, 2005 12:09 am
Sabbatical day three: Tired!
The desk (and the 18 tons of stuff on/in it) is finally moved! I'm posting this from my spiffy new digs! It took a while to get everything hooked up, since I have three thousand accessories plugged into the Big Silver Penis, and the back of my desk looks like electronic spaghetti, but it's in a better position than it was before. No more having poor
mekle crawl under the desk to change anything.
Still lots to do before everything's truly done, though. Lots of figuring out where to put stuff, lots of sorting through and unloading the "fuck it, I have no idea what I'm doing with this" boxes, lots of filing, shredding and other office-y type stuff. Will post pics when it's all finally settled into place.
I also need to clean up the old room. Gads. I seriously left scars on that room. It's downright scary. There were new lifeforms behind my desk. Something made of cat hair, fingernail clippings, crumbs, paper clips and stray tic-tacs that became sentient. There are still boxes to go through in there (from when we moved the first time. Shut up. I'm a pack rat and a procrastinator with ADD. I consider it an accomplishment if I get dressed every day.) Then I get to move the cat box to the closet in there, move the baker's rack to the hall where the cat box is now, vacuum, scrub and otherwise fumigate the place, and then put up bookshelves and a futon to turn it into the library/guest room, as planned.
Then on to ( the rest of my summer plans ) I'm also hoping to fit in quite a bit of socializing, too.
mrdorbin's parties have been reminding me that I need to catch up with a lot of people.
mekle and I are already planning an end-of-summer/labor day/his birthday/sending me off to school party somewhere in early September. Details on that when we get closer.
This is all, of course, assuming that my sabbatical isn't subject to jurus interruptus. I report to the courthouse in Everett on the 5th. I hope my naturally opinionated nature gets me out of it. Or, if I do have to do something, it's just quick and easy. Some guy cooking meth in his apartment with a buttload of evidence or something. I dread the idea of getting something really ugly and intense like domestic violence or something gory. I can handle watching that stuff on CSI when I know it's fake, but for real... bleh.
Random: Am I the only one unimpressed by X&Y? It lacks fire.
I'm enjoying the hell out of this sabbatical so far, even though I'm tired. This is the first time I've had so much time off in ages. I'm so glad I ditched the sites. They were fun, but also a lot of work, and I'm just glad to not have to be thinking about it anymore, except on a purely observational level. I didn't realize how much time I really was spending on them until I stopped. I still have some cleanup work to do on them, but it's so nice to not be wondering what I have to do next.
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Still lots to do before everything's truly done, though. Lots of figuring out where to put stuff, lots of sorting through and unloading the "fuck it, I have no idea what I'm doing with this" boxes, lots of filing, shredding and other office-y type stuff. Will post pics when it's all finally settled into place.
I also need to clean up the old room. Gads. I seriously left scars on that room. It's downright scary. There were new lifeforms behind my desk. Something made of cat hair, fingernail clippings, crumbs, paper clips and stray tic-tacs that became sentient. There are still boxes to go through in there (from when we moved the first time. Shut up. I'm a pack rat and a procrastinator with ADD. I consider it an accomplishment if I get dressed every day.) Then I get to move the cat box to the closet in there, move the baker's rack to the hall where the cat box is now, vacuum, scrub and otherwise fumigate the place, and then put up bookshelves and a futon to turn it into the library/guest room, as planned.
Then on to ( the rest of my summer plans ) I'm also hoping to fit in quite a bit of socializing, too.
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This is all, of course, assuming that my sabbatical isn't subject to jurus interruptus. I report to the courthouse in Everett on the 5th. I hope my naturally opinionated nature gets me out of it. Or, if I do have to do something, it's just quick and easy. Some guy cooking meth in his apartment with a buttload of evidence or something. I dread the idea of getting something really ugly and intense like domestic violence or something gory. I can handle watching that stuff on CSI when I know it's fake, but for real... bleh.
Random: Am I the only one unimpressed by X&Y? It lacks fire.
I'm enjoying the hell out of this sabbatical so far, even though I'm tired. This is the first time I've had so much time off in ages. I'm so glad I ditched the sites. They were fun, but also a lot of work, and I'm just glad to not have to be thinking about it anymore, except on a purely observational level. I didn't realize how much time I really was spending on them until I stopped. I still have some cleanup work to do on them, but it's so nice to not be wondering what I have to do next.
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