I need to clean my apartment, because looking at the mess is stressing me out, but I don't know where to start. Everything is in the wrong places.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Stay strong, P-C. It is the only way to get past this situation and move forward to an adult relationship with your parents.
Feel better, Ginger. I heard about the car pileup from the icy conditions earlier and was hoping you didn't have to go out for any reason.
Congrats, Erin. DAN is one lucky fella.
I need to get over my super laziness. So much to do, so little motivation.
My head already feels better, Laura. Prednisone has its dark side, but when it works, it works. I have beer. I have meds. I have dog food. I'm not planning to go out among the crazy people over the weekend.
Katerina has a drawer of requirement!
OK, I cleaned some. Nowhere near done, but there's visible clear space on the floor where there wasn't before.
I should be working but doing the Natter diet (reading the last 150-200 posts) is far more appealing.
Congratulations, Erin and DAN. (I had to correct that from DNA.)
Hairpats and hope you feel better’s to all who need them.
This interview is at a small Catholic school near a city that I don't know much about other than that at least one Buffista lives there.
If it’s Dominican U in San Rafael, it’s a beautiful campus. And Admiral Nimitz's daughter is one of the nuns there.
Hey Katie Bee, congrats on the bookstore show!
Congratulations, Erin! And safe travels, Barb!
I have beer. I have meds. I have dog food. I'm not planning to go out among the crazy people over the weekend.
Enough of the first two and the third one just becomes food. IJS.
My schedule for Wednesday looks complicated. I'm giving a talk in the morning, then I have three interviews in the afternoon. There doesn't seem to be a good time in there to eat lunch. I guess I'll have a few Larabars or something in my bag.
I need to clean my apartment, because looking at the mess is stressing me out, but I don't know where to start. Everything is in the wrong places.
When I'm feeling overwhelmed by the mess, I set a timer and clean for a specified amount of time. Then I stop and do something else. or I watch TV and clean during the commercials. It's amazing what you can get done in an evening.
Timers are the bomb. Oh look, Vortex and I are sitting across from each other with dueling laptops!
And yes, that means that the email is sent, the phone is off, the friend is unfriended, and KBD is now officially my XBF.
Hoo-ray.