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morganaelf again? and 2) How do we get Rabbi to come out of the closet-- er, locker?
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May. 14th, 2006
The only questions I have about this are, 1) When will I see
morganaelf again? and 2) How do we get Rabbi to come out of the closet-- er, locker?( Under here, there's song lyrics. I know how you feel about that. )
What I really want to do is post the 8-page letter I got, but that would be rude. Just believe me, this is strange.
What I really want to do is post the 8-page letter I got, but that would be rude. Just believe me, this is strange.
Him: "my mother becomes a genetic determinist when you're around."
Me: "you mean?... ah, she thinks any children of ours would be depressive autistics who would beat their heads against the wall for the duration of their short and tormented lives."
Him: *helpless laughter*
Me: "I think I really need to flog you."
Him: "You could use the riding crop."
Me: "No, it's too easy to raise welts. I need a flogger so I can whale the hell out of you until I've got it out of my system."
Him: "All my floggers are packed up."
Me: "I think if we announced to our friends that I needed to flog you, we'd have three offers within a minute."
Is there any chance we could all just link hands and sing a song from a Coca-Cola commercial?
Me: "you mean?... ah, she thinks any children of ours would be depressive autistics who would beat their heads against the wall for the duration of their short and tormented lives."
Him: *helpless laughter*
Me: "I think I really need to flog you."
Him: "You could use the riding crop."
Me: "No, it's too easy to raise welts. I need a flogger so I can whale the hell out of you until I've got it out of my system."
Him: "All my floggers are packed up."
Me: "I think if we announced to our friends that I needed to flog you, we'd have three offers within a minute."
Is there any chance we could all just link hands and sing a song from a Coca-Cola commercial?
It's morning. We must clean. We must get ready for party. I must blog this just to have something to mark my progress.
1. My room is a mess, mostly covered with clean clothes.
2. The workroom needs basic sprucing-up.
3. OMG the GARAGE!
4. The kitchen is almost done. And there's coffee. Yes, I will go to the kitchen.
1. My room is a mess, mostly covered with clean clothes.
2. The workroom needs basic sprucing-up.
3. OMG the GARAGE!
4. The kitchen is almost done. And there's coffee. Yes, I will go to the kitchen.
Ok, I have assessed. I have taken the brain medicine. I have a cup of coffee.
I have also swept the kitchen and part of the garage, and gathered clumps of things together, like bits of random laundry (socks, cleaning rags) and boxes.
Work is dividing into smaller blobs:
1. Organize the cabinet in the kitchen so the wok will fit in. Thank you, Amanda for loading the dishwasher. Unloading the dishwasher should also happen, but I'm taking specific responsibility for the one cabinet. Otherwise, the kitchen is operationally, not-scaring-the-guests clean.
2. Make sure the sofa bed can be unfolded in the garage. Also store the shop vac.
3. Vacuum the traffic areas, both up- and downstairs.
4. Tuck away things in the trunk upstairs and clean off my desk. This room will have a sort of auxiliary function and I don't want to feel like my personal stuff is exposed.
5. Get my room in some passable amount of clean. I realized it collapsed when I brought the other chair in there. There is just too much bulk, but I can at least put away the clothes and create a safe landing zone. OTOH, I think I'm removing the rocking chair. Free! to a good home....
6. Wash! Bathe thoroughly and put on my cute new clothes, and dress up like I give a damn. Who knows, after enough coffee, I may give a damn. And I want my friends to like me/ my outfit/ being in our house, even if I feel like the week was one long Mack truck.
I have also swept the kitchen and part of the garage, and gathered clumps of things together, like bits of random laundry (socks, cleaning rags) and boxes.
Work is dividing into smaller blobs:
1. Organize the cabinet in the kitchen so the wok will fit in. Thank you, Amanda for loading the dishwasher. Unloading the dishwasher should also happen, but I'm taking specific responsibility for the one cabinet. Otherwise, the kitchen is operationally, not-scaring-the-guests clean.
2. Make sure the sofa bed can be unfolded in the garage. Also store the shop vac.
3. Vacuum the traffic areas, both up- and downstairs.
4. Tuck away things in the trunk upstairs and clean off my desk. This room will have a sort of auxiliary function and I don't want to feel like my personal stuff is exposed.
5. Get my room in some passable amount of clean. I realized it collapsed when I brought the other chair in there. There is just too much bulk, but I can at least put away the clothes and create a safe landing zone. OTOH, I think I'm removing the rocking chair. Free! to a good home....
6. Wash! Bathe thoroughly and put on my cute new clothes, and dress up like I give a damn. Who knows, after enough coffee, I may give a damn. And I want my friends to like me/ my outfit/ being in our house, even if I feel like the week was one long Mack truck.
