Saturday morning ramblings

It's almost no longer Saturday morning, but I guess that can't be helped.

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say


I still have a lot of things to do today. I want to do a bit more cleaning, and in theory I'm supposed to be doing something for my birthday with Prospero's Daughter and lux80. I'll have to call them or email them. Well, email Prospero's Daughter, since lux80 only checks her email every six weeks or so. ;)

( About the last few days )

( Meds Talk )

Hausfrau stuff

( This is not the cleaning list you are looking for )

Or only want to walk with me a while across the sand

I don't feel like moving anymore.

There are so many things I should be doing, and all I want to do right now is curl into a ball under my bed covers and not face the world.

I'm not depressed, I don't think. (Hmm, I should really update my mood chart —haven't been doing that since my moods evened out) I'm tired and kind of zoned out (thank you, Seroquel), and I went to bed too late last night (past 11:00) which is all contributing to Phnee being very very lethargic today.

Bah.

I am going to wash my hair in a few minutes.

My living room is depressing me. Not in an actual Depression kind of way, but it's by far the messiest and most disorganised part of my apartment, but also at the bottom of my list in terms of priorities. First I want to get my bedroom livable, then the kitchen, then the bathroom, and then the living room. But right now the living room is depressing me the most.

So I don't know whether I shouldn't actually tackle it first, just because it's the room that's depressing me the most. It's also the room in which I spend the most time. However, the reason I spend the most time in it is because the other rooms are messy and uninviting. If I don't clean them now, I won't clean them at all and the cycle will continue. *grumble* Talk about a Catch-22.

I tried reading that book, incidentally, and I never could get into it. I just never found it that good. Maybe I'll give it another shot someday. I'm reading two more books right now: Love's Executioner by Irvin Yalom and Palace Walk by Naguib Mahfouz (I hope I spelled that right). They're both radically different (one is psychological case studies and the other is the first in a trilogy about an egyptian family).

At least I'm getting a fair bit of reading done so far this year. I was appalled at how few books I read last year. I used to read so much when I was younger, and now I'm lucky if I read one book a week. At least I averaged more than a book a week last year, but that was more out of luck than anything else (I fell on a fantasy series I really liked that happened to have a lot of books already published).

Can we tell I'm procrastinating? All righty, I'm off to put a load of laundry in. It's only socks, but given that I'm running out of clean socks, that's a good thing. :)

Spam!

Yes, gentle readers, today is spam day. Phnee is procrastinating instead of doing useful stuff like cleaning.

I have, however, washed my hair and put in a load of laundry. This is news you need, of course. ^_-

I have also taken breaks to pet the kitties. They have been suitably grateful for the attention.

( More Hausfrau stuff beyond the tag )

Does anyone in Montreal know a good furniture fabric store? I have four dining-room chairs that desperately need re-covering. I just need some good but relatively inexpensive fabric with which to re-cover them.

I'm picking up lux80 from work at 5:30 and then we're going to dinner at an Indian restaurant with Prospero's Daughter. Yay! I like Indian food, even though I'm a wuss about spicy food. Well, my mouth is. *sigh* I'm so "white bread" it's not even funny. Oh well.

Okay. I'm going to go get a green garbage bag and at least *attempt* to do something useful in the time I have left.

In other news, my mother gave me Brothers In Arms by Dire Straights for Christmas, as a sort of memento of our trip to Connecticut (we listened to Dire Straights (eponimous) almost all the way down) and it rocks my world.

Brothers in Arms

Okay, I'm a sop.

Just got to the title song of Brothers in Arms, and it made me cry.

Off to go find kleenex now.