t phlump

I am having a hard time of it lately. It's a lot of environmental stuff coupled with the brain chemistry stuff and I seem perpetualy Out of Spoons. I am woefully behind in all things life and school related, I haven't been to church in four weeks because I con't bring myself to face anyone there because I haven't gone in four weeks, the house looks like total shit, and the more I feel bad about not getting anything done, the absolute less I do. I think I need Joe to take my recliner into the basement so I can't sit on it and watch tv, not doing anything productive.

Oooh, Aims is me! I feel your pain, and raise you a BLEARGH FUCKITY.

I'll trade you houses for a week. My place is pit; I've been out of spoons and the Stupid Arm (TM) hasn't helped, as I still am not allowed to lift anything more than a pound with it, and typing too much really makes it hurt.

And I spent 8 HOURS throwing up last Friday, and THIS Friday night, I thought my stomach had popped or I had food poisoning -- I didn't throw up, but it hurt WAY worse than when I broke my arm.

I am SO behind. Finally feel semi-demi motivated today. I made groceries! And will take a shower! PROMISE.

t Sits in the corner with Aims and Strix Last week was a total loss wrt getting anything at all done in the house that didn't include playing facebook games and clearing space on the dvr. However, today I finally went through a stack of bills, paid them, and shredded everything I didn't need. So, I'm hoping this week will be a little bit better. I need to make a list, then actually stick to that list.

I hope this bench has a lot of room. Have I mentioned I am trying to move? Yeah, that alone kills your spoon supply.

yes. I think I have one spoon left.

and it is in my fucking mouth!

is it silver? maybe we can pawn it and get some maids for everyone.

t /snerk

I made groceries!

Heh, I've not seen anyone outside of New Orleans use this phrasing.

yes. I think I have one spoon left.

and it is in my fucking mouth!

Ahaha.

OH HAI. Totally overextended myself this weekend, which I knew in advance. I am trying to Wash All the Dishes and put something in the slow cooker for dinner/lunch tomorrow. I'll get laundry done tonight. I'm trying to let everything else go, but boy, the inner voices of judgment are deafening. My whole place needs sweeping, Frankie hasn't had a good walk this weekend, the bathroom sink needs cleaning, and I have work work to do.

So! I am giving myself ten minutes to find a recipe, then I need to get to chopping.

No one ever died from not having a clean sink. Cut yourself some slack.

My sink currently has the remnants of that bit of lotion you get when it dries out and you have to clean out the opening before any actual lotion will come out.

I did go through all the barf papers this morning and throw away the ones I don't need to scan. So, that's progress.

Also, I still have kind of a hangover? WTF, I only had two drinks last night. I might have been dehydrated to start with, but I've been drinking water today... maybe I'll try some Gatorade and ibuprofen.