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So I've been up past my bedtime two nights in a row playing with shiny new toys. Cameras and worms. Yes, I know, not an obvious combo. ;)
This means that getting started in the morning has been something of a struggle. Right now I have a load of laundry going, which is good. I also have to have breakfast, take a shower, and clean out the litter boxes (I keep forgetting to make that Sysiphus icon), and it's already past 11am. I have to be at my game at 1pm, too. Where on earth does the time go?
Mind you, this may have something to do with the fact that it was past 10am when I got up. With the new job, I've become accustomed to getting up around 8:00 or 8:30 in the morning (which I know is a ridiculously bourgeois hour for many of you, but since I generally don't get home until 11pm, I think it's okay), which gives me a good four hours or so, usually, before I have to be anywhere. This morning I not only got up late, but the game starts an hour and a half earlier than work does, which means I must plan accordingly.
( Nattering about cleaning )
Right. Off I go to have breakfast and collect some of the recycling I accumulated this week. I am slightly annoyed by the presence of styrofoam that came with the camera. According to the little flier I got at the Eco-Quartier, styrofoam has to be brought directly to a recycling centre, and can't be processed by the green box people. *grr*
Oh well. I shall doubtless survive the extra trip, once I figure out where I'm going.
I have started putting my compost in a small coffee can on my counter. I was told to let the worms "chill out" for at least a week before giving them extra stuff to eat, so that they can get used to their new home. So.
This means that getting started in the morning has been something of a struggle. Right now I have a load of laundry going, which is good. I also have to have breakfast, take a shower, and clean out the litter boxes (I keep forgetting to make that Sysiphus icon), and it's already past 11am. I have to be at my game at 1pm, too. Where on earth does the time go?
Mind you, this may have something to do with the fact that it was past 10am when I got up. With the new job, I've become accustomed to getting up around 8:00 or 8:30 in the morning (which I know is a ridiculously bourgeois hour for many of you, but since I generally don't get home until 11pm, I think it's okay), which gives me a good four hours or so, usually, before I have to be anywhere. This morning I not only got up late, but the game starts an hour and a half earlier than work does, which means I must plan accordingly.
( Nattering about cleaning )
Right. Off I go to have breakfast and collect some of the recycling I accumulated this week. I am slightly annoyed by the presence of styrofoam that came with the camera. According to the little flier I got at the Eco-Quartier, styrofoam has to be brought directly to a recycling centre, and can't be processed by the green box people. *grr*
Oh well. I shall doubtless survive the extra trip, once I figure out where I'm going.
I have started putting my compost in a small coffee can on my counter. I was told to let the worms "chill out" for at least a week before giving them extra stuff to eat, so that they can get used to their new home. So.
