*YAWNS & STRETCHES & EMITS KEENING PTERODACTYL NOISES*

[mlerules]

Stumbles forward, half-blindly. What'd I miss? At first it seemed like nothing, but then I logged into LJ. You folks've been busy whilst I've been zzzzz'ing! Now, even though my mind's still whirring and processing like mad and there're veritable buttloads o' sh!t to get down onto paper/spew into the ether, I must get on w/getting on. Simple goals:

- shower
- dress
- eat
- clear off dining room table
- clean out car
- put away carp built up in living room
- go grocery shopping

Yeah, there're tons more fun things I'd rather be doing, like making plans for upcoming trips, compiling/burning CDs for Dear Friends, &c. But those must wait. I must be productive on the less-fun items.

Comments

[sheistheweather]

That must be a big fish to have built up in your livingroom.

[mlerules.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah!

[sheistheweather]

:D

[mlerules.livejournal.com]

Nope. ;-P

[clayshaper.livejournal.com]

I sympathize... the carp have taken up reseidence all over my house... ya can't see the forest for all the carp. ;)

I need a giant trash can.

[mlerules.livejournal.com]

I'm trying to keep the carp penned in various arenas so they don't take over the living room and dining room. Finally I've got the space to do this...now I just must find/fund the will to make it so. *sigh* My primary totem animals appears to be the sloth...

[clayshaper.livejournal.com]

Ah Sloth... my apparent Sin as well.

I have one of those houses that has a neat freak on the underside of all the piles of collected catalogs, art supplies, old mail I keep meaning to sort, and the sofa can't be sat on because STUFF is on it... I pretend it's there because I am sorting through it, but mostly it's there because I have too little oooomph TO sort it. :P

I need more furniture or accessible storage. :P

Or a house elf.

[mlerules.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm SO in the market for a house elf. Once they get all their union issues ironed out I'm getting one in for a test drive.

Luckily I've recently moved from a one (1) bedroom apartment w/a single-car garage where I parked my car (so had some but not a ton of storage) to a 3-bedroom house w/a basement (and the 3d bedroom is the decent-sized attic w/a closet built in). So at least I know have the option - to be exercised when I roll outta bed in the morning - of stuffing the carp into boxes (leftover ones from the move reside in the basement along w/the camping gear, Costco run spillover, gardening equipment, &c.) and chucking the boxes up- or down-stairs to it doesn't look nearly so cluttered. Must perform some basic triage along the way though to make sure no important bills get misfiled in the process (although really, if'n it's not pink, how important could it be anyway). *YAWN*

I remember a point during my last move (after moving every few years my entire life I finally was in one place for nearly a dozen years and damn was it a b!tch) when I really wished I'd return one day to find the whole place burnt to a crisp (except for kittenheads, photo albums, laptop, important papers, CDs, DVDs, books...sigh...yeah, not really...but yeah, really at the same time). Um. Okay. I've rambling and need sleep so'll stop now. *snore*