Miles to go and so forth...
Aug. 9th, 2006 08:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeI'm tired, but the cleaning is nowhere near where it should be. Taking a quick break because I am very very sweaty and blech.
My mother has generously offered to come in Friday afternoon and do a bit of cleaning for me. That means I have to make sure this place is damned well presentable for when she gets here. Bad enough the place being a mess without having to submit to maternal disapproval on top of it all.
Apart from my complete and total session of moaning written here above, the cleaning is actually going pretty well. Slowly, but well. The apartment is about 40% cleaner than yesterday, and about 50% cleaner than it was on Monday. I don't know how that math works, please don't ask.
I've cleaned out the refrigerator, done almost all of my dishes, and gotten rid of a TON of stuff already. There's another ton waiting to be discarded, but the place already feels lighter. The problem with cleaning out the fridge is that now I'm hungry and there's nothing to eat in here. Well, there wasn't anything to eat before, but at least I had the illusion that there was food. I may have to venture out later in search of vittles.
Gah.
Tired does not begin to describe what I'm feeling. Bouts of insomnia this week have not helped. I wish that my insomnia was more produuctive. If I was completely awake, for instance, then I'd be able to bop around the apartment and clean. Instead I seem to be spending my nights one-quarter asleep, shifting around restlessly and not actually deriving any benefit at all from this state of semi-wakefulness. It's most frustrating.
I think I may try to go to bed early. Like, say, now. Then I'll get up early and continue my cleaning. Maybe it's wishful thinking that has me believing I'll be able to get up that early tomorrow. Maybe not. I'm willing to give it a shot, as I am fagged.
Oh, and Gratuitous Start Trek Icon! Just because.
My mother has generously offered to come in Friday afternoon and do a bit of cleaning for me. That means I have to make sure this place is damned well presentable for when she gets here. Bad enough the place being a mess without having to submit to maternal disapproval on top of it all.
Apart from my complete and total session of moaning written here above, the cleaning is actually going pretty well. Slowly, but well. The apartment is about 40% cleaner than yesterday, and about 50% cleaner than it was on Monday. I don't know how that math works, please don't ask.
I've cleaned out the refrigerator, done almost all of my dishes, and gotten rid of a TON of stuff already. There's another ton waiting to be discarded, but the place already feels lighter. The problem with cleaning out the fridge is that now I'm hungry and there's nothing to eat in here. Well, there wasn't anything to eat before, but at least I had the illusion that there was food. I may have to venture out later in search of vittles.
Gah.
Tired does not begin to describe what I'm feeling. Bouts of insomnia this week have not helped. I wish that my insomnia was more produuctive. If I was completely awake, for instance, then I'd be able to bop around the apartment and clean. Instead I seem to be spending my nights one-quarter asleep, shifting around restlessly and not actually deriving any benefit at all from this state of semi-wakefulness. It's most frustrating.
I think I may try to go to bed early. Like, say, now. Then I'll get up early and continue my cleaning. Maybe it's wishful thinking that has me believing I'll be able to get up that early tomorrow. Maybe not. I'm willing to give it a shot, as I am fagged.
Oh, and Gratuitous Start Trek Icon! Just because.