I feel for the dusting impaired; it's my least favorite chore, too. Especially with a cathedral ceiling. Even though I bought a duster with a 15' extension pole, it's still awkward getting in the right angle to get the cobwebs off the ceiling and the corners, and getting the dust off the top of the ceiling fan. Which is why I usually only do it at the beginning of summer when I turn the fan on for the season.
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Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
When we were kids and my mother cleaned the bathroom, we always asked who was coming to the house.
Adulting despite this fucking brain:
- Some work-y stuff
- Washed dishes
- Made bed
- Brushed teeth and flossed
- 2 healthy meals eaten
Still up:
- More work-y stuff
- Shower, damn it, shower
- Maybe walk the dog
- Figure out dinner, god damn it
- Cook dinner, god damn it
Today is being a struggle. But I'm getting shit done.
You are indeed getting shit done! You should have one of your favorites for dinner. Prepared TJ's stuff?
My computer is fixed at no charge thanks to the warranty, but now my iphone is frozen.
Our house is ... cluttered. Very cluttered. And dusty. My big hope is that if I get a raise (which I probably will soon), I can hire a housekeeping service.
I had to call the incredibly rude medical supply person today to tell him he sent me the wrong size compression socks. I got one pair when I went to the shop, but he wouldn't give me the other two pair my prescription called for because he wasn't sure about my insurance (and wouldn't call to find out what was covered). So, the second pair came in the mail one size two big, which is a problem with compression socks, and he said, "Are you sure it wasn't a large we gave you." I'm so glad I kept the box from the original pair, and I will try to resist shoving it down his throat when I go back to exchange them.
Heh. I really appreciate my brother. It's so nice to have someone who's crazy in virtually the same way I am.
He called because he's having panic attacks because he's packing up the house for them to move next week, while his wife is in Peru buying coffee for her new job. And packing up their huge old house is a massive task. So I commiserated with him on the anxiety attacks, and asked, "Did you punch a wall?"
Bro: "...are you suggesting I do that?"
Me: "God, no, but I have a proven track record of unhealthy coping mechanisms, and I was wondering if you did, too."
Bro: "You remember how I was an active alcoholic for over 10 years and almost destroyed my liver? My coping mechanisms aren't so great, either."
Me: "What do you do now that you don't drink?"
Bro: "Take a Klonopin and eat ice cream."
Me: "That's WAY better than punching a wall."
Go team unhealthy coping mechanisms. I'm looking forward to being able to indulge in my unhealthy coping mechanisms again. I find it is far better than having no coping mechanisms.
I've really be falling down on the cleaning lately. No clutter, but floors that make me sad to look at them. Still, no impulse to actually clean them.
I just feel like ugh.
Turns out the yeast may not be the 'usual' kind.
Has anyone had to deal with candida glabrata or non-C albicans?