My feets iz ded.
Sep. 26th, 2009 09:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spookyeviloneGot up at oh-gods-why-am-I-awake, drove across the city, walked for three miles, drove back across city, then started packing boxes and tried to think of what to do in which order.
At that point, my brain made a noise something like *bwheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesplurch* and that was pretty much where it stayed. That Guy came over, and thankfully his brain had not melted out his ears, so he was able to play both director and sherpa, and we got all internal furniture except the dishwasher and Love Sac loaded into Cargo Bay 1 in about 5 hours. K. came over and disassembled chicken cages and took most of them away, the rest are going away tomorrow. Other friends stopped by at random intervals to bring supplies or take away furniture. Freecycle people showed up all day to also take things away. There are significantly less things than there were yesterday. This pleases Zod.
I managed to not lose my shit on two adorable little chatterboxes, and I'm proud of that. When I'm in a Focus Groove, I tend to go uberbitch if anything shakes said groove. Like someone asking questions or distracting me or interfering with me. Small, hyper children - however well meaning or cute - tend to bring out the worst in me when I'm trying to Get Things Done. But I didn't eat their brains. Either my tolerance is growing or I was just that tired. It was cute watching a tiny little girl hauling a chair almost twice her size across the floor.
The library has been dismantled. I thought I had enough boxes for the books. I was wrong. This is after the culling that sent someone home with a box of books last week and another bag full going home with someone else today. I suspect my book collection is gaining sentience. It's at the very least achieved spontaneous generation. Who needs four copies of Mercedes Lackey's 'Oathbound'? Why did I have them? I know I owned one, and Ex!Roommate probably accounted for a second, but where on earth did the other two come from? Well, they're gone now, so if I find a second or third copy when I unpack the boxes, my suspicions will be confirmed.
After That Guy left, I treated myself to some pizza and Coke Zero. I am suspicious of Coke Zero, as it tastes just like Coke and yet.. isn't. Diet Coke tastes nothing like Coke, so I expected the Zero to taste like that, but no. Somewhere in the midst of dinner, my feet went on strike. They joined forces with my lower back and quit on me.
It made the move of the Love Sac from Back Room to Front Room interesting. I was literally crawling along the floor, pushing it. "Ehn!" The reason it got moved is because the Internet got relocated to the livingroom. I moved the DSL modem and hooked it up to the Mac. There is no waterbed from which to compute in comfort and that room is currently in a state of sty that is seriously awful. Depression is not my friend, nor is it condusive to cleaning.. anything.. but especially the lair. I can judge when the last time I cleaned my room by the number of Taco Bell cups. They're empty, and they only ever had water in them, but they wound up on the nightstands instead of in the trash. I go to TB roughly once a week, because that's about how often I can handle having a portal to hell open in my digestive system. There are 11 TB cups. It has been about three months.. which sounds about right.. last week of June.. since I've cleaned my room. That was actually one of my first clues that I should start sleeping with the sunlamp on. The house stress is bad, but the depression hit way, way too hard. The last month, especially. It's been nuts, but nobody really notices it from the outside. Normally I go on freaky cleaning binges at least once a week, for some part of the house, and am not satisfied until it is sterile and sparkling and my lungs ache with bleach fume chemical burns. Again, this was a clue that I needed to start sleeping with the lights on. Stupid lack of sunlight.
Tomorrow, I wake up and begin Phase Two of Project GTFO. Must pick up tape for boxes, then finish packing up books. I'm assuming that tomorrow is going to be sheer hell, just judging from what my feet and back feel like right now. Most of the day, I am babysitting Squidget. I am half tempted to haul blankets and quarters with and do laundry when Squidget banishes the trains in favour of a movie. That way I don't have to walk down stairs and can get rid of the pile of quarters living in a colander in my bathroom. Tomorrow night, I'm going to tackle the majority of the cleaning up and probably pack some more. If bedding has been cleaned, it will go to Temporary Domicile.
Monday, all items that are coming with me need to be boxed and those which aren't coming with me need to be sorted into 'destroy' or 'donate' piles. Tuesday, anything left to go into Cargo Bay 2 needs to get in there. Cleaning needs to happen. So does carpet scrubbing. Everything needs to be out of the house and garage, except the donation items, by Wed. morning.
The current conundrum I'm facing is.. do I take the desktop computer with me to Temporary Domicile, or do I put that into Cargo Bay 2 and just take the Mac and external hard drive? The only reason this is an issue is because the mac's screen is about two seconds away from seceding from the rest of the computer. The little 'don't put me backwards!' thingy broke off when Jamie had it, but I think it's somehow gotten worse. I'm considering making little tape "hinges" that connect from the keyboard to the lid so it can't fall backwards. It will be so ghetto. It's making me consider some sort of wacky case mod. The chassis is pretty banged up, which only looks bad because it's supposed to look all sleek and silvery. If the exterior chassis were, say, weathered leather..
Or I could just find out if the Apple Store will play doctor to the Mac, and whether that would cost more or less than a netbook.
Or.. I could stop procrastinating and go swap the laundry into the dryer. My feet are trying very hard to veto this idea. I'm not even really sure when they got a vote. Hmph. Uppity things.
At that point, my brain made a noise something like *bwheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesplurch* and that was pretty much where it stayed. That Guy came over, and thankfully his brain had not melted out his ears, so he was able to play both director and sherpa, and we got all internal furniture except the dishwasher and Love Sac loaded into Cargo Bay 1 in about 5 hours. K. came over and disassembled chicken cages and took most of them away, the rest are going away tomorrow. Other friends stopped by at random intervals to bring supplies or take away furniture. Freecycle people showed up all day to also take things away. There are significantly less things than there were yesterday. This pleases Zod.
I managed to not lose my shit on two adorable little chatterboxes, and I'm proud of that. When I'm in a Focus Groove, I tend to go uberbitch if anything shakes said groove. Like someone asking questions or distracting me or interfering with me. Small, hyper children - however well meaning or cute - tend to bring out the worst in me when I'm trying to Get Things Done. But I didn't eat their brains. Either my tolerance is growing or I was just that tired. It was cute watching a tiny little girl hauling a chair almost twice her size across the floor.
The library has been dismantled. I thought I had enough boxes for the books. I was wrong. This is after the culling that sent someone home with a box of books last week and another bag full going home with someone else today. I suspect my book collection is gaining sentience. It's at the very least achieved spontaneous generation. Who needs four copies of Mercedes Lackey's 'Oathbound'? Why did I have them? I know I owned one, and Ex!Roommate probably accounted for a second, but where on earth did the other two come from? Well, they're gone now, so if I find a second or third copy when I unpack the boxes, my suspicions will be confirmed.
After That Guy left, I treated myself to some pizza and Coke Zero. I am suspicious of Coke Zero, as it tastes just like Coke and yet.. isn't. Diet Coke tastes nothing like Coke, so I expected the Zero to taste like that, but no. Somewhere in the midst of dinner, my feet went on strike. They joined forces with my lower back and quit on me.
It made the move of the Love Sac from Back Room to Front Room interesting. I was literally crawling along the floor, pushing it. "Ehn!" The reason it got moved is because the Internet got relocated to the livingroom. I moved the DSL modem and hooked it up to the Mac. There is no waterbed from which to compute in comfort and that room is currently in a state of sty that is seriously awful. Depression is not my friend, nor is it condusive to cleaning.. anything.. but especially the lair. I can judge when the last time I cleaned my room by the number of Taco Bell cups. They're empty, and they only ever had water in them, but they wound up on the nightstands instead of in the trash. I go to TB roughly once a week, because that's about how often I can handle having a portal to hell open in my digestive system. There are 11 TB cups. It has been about three months.. which sounds about right.. last week of June.. since I've cleaned my room. That was actually one of my first clues that I should start sleeping with the sunlamp on. The house stress is bad, but the depression hit way, way too hard. The last month, especially. It's been nuts, but nobody really notices it from the outside. Normally I go on freaky cleaning binges at least once a week, for some part of the house, and am not satisfied until it is sterile and sparkling and my lungs ache with bleach fume chemical burns. Again, this was a clue that I needed to start sleeping with the lights on. Stupid lack of sunlight.
Tomorrow, I wake up and begin Phase Two of Project GTFO. Must pick up tape for boxes, then finish packing up books. I'm assuming that tomorrow is going to be sheer hell, just judging from what my feet and back feel like right now. Most of the day, I am babysitting Squidget. I am half tempted to haul blankets and quarters with and do laundry when Squidget banishes the trains in favour of a movie. That way I don't have to walk down stairs and can get rid of the pile of quarters living in a colander in my bathroom. Tomorrow night, I'm going to tackle the majority of the cleaning up and probably pack some more. If bedding has been cleaned, it will go to Temporary Domicile.
Monday, all items that are coming with me need to be boxed and those which aren't coming with me need to be sorted into 'destroy' or 'donate' piles. Tuesday, anything left to go into Cargo Bay 2 needs to get in there. Cleaning needs to happen. So does carpet scrubbing. Everything needs to be out of the house and garage, except the donation items, by Wed. morning.
The current conundrum I'm facing is.. do I take the desktop computer with me to Temporary Domicile, or do I put that into Cargo Bay 2 and just take the Mac and external hard drive? The only reason this is an issue is because the mac's screen is about two seconds away from seceding from the rest of the computer. The little 'don't put me backwards!' thingy broke off when Jamie had it, but I think it's somehow gotten worse. I'm considering making little tape "hinges" that connect from the keyboard to the lid so it can't fall backwards. It will be so ghetto. It's making me consider some sort of wacky case mod. The chassis is pretty banged up, which only looks bad because it's supposed to look all sleek and silvery. If the exterior chassis were, say, weathered leather..
Or I could just find out if the Apple Store will play doctor to the Mac, and whether that would cost more or less than a netbook.
Or.. I could stop procrastinating and go swap the laundry into the dryer. My feet are trying very hard to veto this idea. I'm not even really sure when they got a vote. Hmph. Uppity things.