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Scheduling Woes
Jun. 2nd, 2005 02:02 pmI have realized what I need to do in order to make my life perfect. I need to find a way to match the times when I have nothing to do with the times when I have no desire to do anything. As things stand right now, I have plenty of situations where I have half a dozen places to be and no energy to do anything beyond staring at the walls and whimpering, and days like today when I wander around the house aimlessly, desperate for something to accomplish to make myself feel useful.
I've done at least the preliminary work for my quarterly taxes. I've tidied my room, and washed dishes, and fixed myself lunch. The big translating project is done, just waiting for someone else to do the final tweaking before it goes public. The garden is planted, but there aren't any weeds to pull yet. I did enough studying at work yesterday that I don't feel the need to work on veterinary continuing education. The afghan I was making as a housewarming gift is done, and the house was cleaned for the party this past weekend. I was going to spend part of this time off baking, but I did that Tuesday and we still have enough of the rolls I made left that I can't justify starting another batch. I also ran all of my errands Tuesday - paychecks deposited, library books returned, stamps purchased, packages mailed.
I managed to stay busy all morning, which is a minor victory, but now I'm in the puttering-phase - and since the house is more or less presentable already, I've been puttering with myself. The practical result of this is that, while I have nothing to do and nowhere to go, I look utterly adorable at the moment. I'm wearing a new off-white linen skirt with a ruffled hem, and a black silk tank top, belted with a gold scarf. I've made a matching headband of gold satin to tie back my hair, and layered on enough strands of amber to make my in-laws proud. My hair is cooperating, at least for the moment, and my skin is miraculously if temporarily free of burns, scars, or blemishes.
I don't usually babble or brag about myself like this, but I just wanted to note in writing for once that I looked like this. It'll be a reminder on all those days that I need to wear khaki work-pants and scrub tops, or when my hair is dead and stringy and my face is splotchy and I look like an utter dork.
It's almost a shame that noone is here to see me. Maybe I'll make up an excuse to go for a walk, just so the world will not be denied the sight of my shining gold-and-amber beauty....
I've done at least the preliminary work for my quarterly taxes. I've tidied my room, and washed dishes, and fixed myself lunch. The big translating project is done, just waiting for someone else to do the final tweaking before it goes public. The garden is planted, but there aren't any weeds to pull yet. I did enough studying at work yesterday that I don't feel the need to work on veterinary continuing education. The afghan I was making as a housewarming gift is done, and the house was cleaned for the party this past weekend. I was going to spend part of this time off baking, but I did that Tuesday and we still have enough of the rolls I made left that I can't justify starting another batch. I also ran all of my errands Tuesday - paychecks deposited, library books returned, stamps purchased, packages mailed.
I managed to stay busy all morning, which is a minor victory, but now I'm in the puttering-phase - and since the house is more or less presentable already, I've been puttering with myself. The practical result of this is that, while I have nothing to do and nowhere to go, I look utterly adorable at the moment. I'm wearing a new off-white linen skirt with a ruffled hem, and a black silk tank top, belted with a gold scarf. I've made a matching headband of gold satin to tie back my hair, and layered on enough strands of amber to make my in-laws proud. My hair is cooperating, at least for the moment, and my skin is miraculously if temporarily free of burns, scars, or blemishes.
I don't usually babble or brag about myself like this, but I just wanted to note in writing for once that I looked like this. It'll be a reminder on all those days that I need to wear khaki work-pants and scrub tops, or when my hair is dead and stringy and my face is splotchy and I look like an utter dork.
It's almost a shame that noone is here to see me. Maybe I'll make up an excuse to go for a walk, just so the world will not be denied the sight of my shining gold-and-amber beauty....
