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Since getting home at about 2pm today, I have:
• Washed, dried, and put away a sinkful of dirty dishes
• Taken out a bag of trash
• Washed and repatriated several large pans and a pair of oven mitts to the site kitchen
• Gone to the office to talk to Bossman (who wasn't there) and L, our head cook (who was)
• Returned the laptop that the program loaned me for this year (basically unused, but oh well)
• Moved all of the furniture in the living room into the middle of the room, preparatory to vacuuming
• Fixed the futon that wouldn't futon (also preparatory to vacuuming)
• Vacuumed the living room
• Wiped down every last piece of furniture in my apartment that could conceivably be wiped down
• Taken a bike and a mop back to Norway
• Cooked and eaten the last of my oatmeal and thrown the container away
• Washed the dishes from my oatmeal
• Vacuumed the hall
• Vacuumed my bedroom
• Washed the sink
• Washed the top of the refrigerator (note: I have a mini-fridge, so the top of the fridge is actually a place I look at on a fairly regular basis. and god, was it GROSS.)
• Contemplated cleaning out the inside of the fridge, but decided not to, because I need the milk for tomorrow morning and I don't want to take out two bags of trash when I don't need to.
• Set out my clothes for tomorrow
• Loaded my purse with the stuff I have to take back to school with me tomorrow
• Packed up everything I will need for going to Chicago (with a pile on my desk of "things I want on the plane, which will go into my purse after school)
• Set out a mug for my coffee and a bowl for my cereal tomorrow morning
• Set my alarm for tomorrow morning
Guys, I don't even KNOW what's going on. Or, well, I do: I have to be OUT OUT OUT of this apartment tomorrow, and even though my flight doesn't leave until 4pm (and my last class of the day ends at 11:30), I am being UBERtidy just in case something disastrous occurs and I, like, lose all capacity for rational thought. I have a to-do list for tomorrow that includes such STAGGERINGLY INSIGHTFUL instructions as go to school (take stuff back!). Because, you know, I'm totally going to forget to do that.
Dear hindbrain: there is nothing left to wash! now will you kindly SHUT THE ACTUAL FUCK UP.
BUT now I am going to take the tea I just made myself and sit on the (functional!) futon in my PJs and read Middlesex. For all that it is not actually a book about the True Love of Wendy Watson, her roommate, and her boss, it is pretty awesome! So that's nice.
Also, ATTENTION CHICAGO: I am going to hit your fair city like an awesomenado (a tornado made of awesome!) sometime around 8pm tomorrow evening! I have non-negotiable Things going on Thursday morning, and unspecified Shenanigans (involving at least![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
impertinence and inbetweendays, but theoretically open to all!) for...I think we said Thursday evening? and then I have a bus out of town on Saturday afternoon. In between then, we should totally hang out! My goals for this span of time include but are not limited to: going to a diner, eating sushi, drinking alcohol, hanging out, making shoemaster watch The Middleman, and being ridiculous. LET'S TALK, CHICAGO.
• Washed, dried, and put away a sinkful of dirty dishes
• Taken out a bag of trash
• Washed and repatriated several large pans and a pair of oven mitts to the site kitchen
• Gone to the office to talk to Bossman (who wasn't there) and L, our head cook (who was)
• Returned the laptop that the program loaned me for this year (basically unused, but oh well)
• Moved all of the furniture in the living room into the middle of the room, preparatory to vacuuming
• Fixed the futon that wouldn't futon (also preparatory to vacuuming)
• Vacuumed the living room
• Wiped down every last piece of furniture in my apartment that could conceivably be wiped down
• Taken a bike and a mop back to Norway
• Cooked and eaten the last of my oatmeal and thrown the container away
• Washed the dishes from my oatmeal
• Vacuumed the hall
• Vacuumed my bedroom
• Washed the sink
• Washed the top of the refrigerator (note: I have a mini-fridge, so the top of the fridge is actually a place I look at on a fairly regular basis. and god, was it GROSS.)
• Contemplated cleaning out the inside of the fridge, but decided not to, because I need the milk for tomorrow morning and I don't want to take out two bags of trash when I don't need to.
• Set out my clothes for tomorrow
• Loaded my purse with the stuff I have to take back to school with me tomorrow
• Packed up everything I will need for going to Chicago (with a pile on my desk of "things I want on the plane, which will go into my purse after school)
• Set out a mug for my coffee and a bowl for my cereal tomorrow morning
• Set my alarm for tomorrow morning
Guys, I don't even KNOW what's going on. Or, well, I do: I have to be OUT OUT OUT of this apartment tomorrow, and even though my flight doesn't leave until 4pm (and my last class of the day ends at 11:30), I am being UBERtidy just in case something disastrous occurs and I, like, lose all capacity for rational thought. I have a to-do list for tomorrow that includes such STAGGERINGLY INSIGHTFUL instructions as go to school (take stuff back!). Because, you know, I'm totally going to forget to do that.
Dear hindbrain: there is nothing left to wash! now will you kindly SHUT THE ACTUAL FUCK UP.
BUT now I am going to take the tea I just made myself and sit on the (functional!) futon in my PJs and read Middlesex. For all that it is not actually a book about the True Love of Wendy Watson, her roommate, and her boss, it is pretty awesome! So that's nice.
Also, ATTENTION CHICAGO: I am going to hit your fair city like an awesomenado (a tornado made of awesome!) sometime around 8pm tomorrow evening! I have non-negotiable Things going on Thursday morning, and unspecified Shenanigans (involving at least
impertinence and inbetweendays, but theoretically open to all!) for...I think we said Thursday evening? and then I have a bus out of town on Saturday afternoon. In between then, we should totally hang out! My goals for this span of time include but are not limited to: going to a diner, eating sushi, drinking alcohol, hanging out, making shoemaster watch The Middleman, and being ridiculous. LET'S TALK, CHICAGO.
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2) RELAX.
3) *squidges you like mad and is all jealous of Chicago*
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Have a lovely time, m'dear. Where to after Chi-town?
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also, and sorry for missing it:
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I could probably even handle guitar, if we didn't have too many chords involved.
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