Xander ,'Lessons'
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
OK, books stacked on bed and bookshelf moved. Taking a rest before putting the books back on the shelf.
Moving that shelf also gives much easier access to the part of the wall that's crumbling, so I can ask the landlord to get that fixed while I'm away without him telling me that he can't fix it because of my mess.
OK, the shelf is moved. I've got some other furniture that I want to move, but it will be more complicated -- I want to switch my desk and my electric keyboard, but I think both of those will require two people to move them.
You want to try and pace yourself. It can be really easy to hurt yourself overdoing. Don't want to pay a price tomorrow!
And I went out in the rain and brought one trash container and one recycling container to the curb. There are some more of each that are full or close to full, but that was all I could handle -- the recycling containers are nearly as tall as me.
Ugh, Hil. I'm sorry. That's such a pain. Please don't overdo it.
ltc's lesson in consequences today: if you're completely unhelpful when out with Momma and Momma therefore cannot go to the market, there will continue to be no strawberries in the house. ION, she really doesn't like the word consequences.
I also seem to have volunteered myself to manage a Facebook group for all the cousins on one side of the family. (My great-grandmother was one of 12 children, and nine of them had children of their own. There are a lot of cousins by this point.)
When my landlord was here, he also kept asking me about where I was going this summer, and I didn't really feel like talking about it, so I kept giving answers like, "A bunch of different places," but he kept asking more and more detailed questions. It was annoying.
I hear you, Jess, meeting people is one thing, finding actual friends is hard
(The text is just my name and contact info on one side and "Hello new friend!" on the back. But, um.)
Is that a somethingpositive reference?
My family tree on my computer won't sync with the one online, and I've stumped a tech support person. This is a fairly minor thing -- I know that there will be some way to fix it, once we figure it out -- but it's just adding to the too many things causing anxiety this week.
I kind of feel like I'd be more comfortable if I asked a friend to come over on the day when the landlord is doing his inspection, and just like, be here watching a movie with me or something when he comes, because he kind of intimidates me, but I'm pretty sure that he won't actually tell me what time he'll be coming.