I’m doing my annual cleaning.  I have this thing (Some people call it mania, whatever.) where I can’t just clean a little.  I have to clean a lot.  I have to scrub things.  So I generally avoid cleaning if at all possible.  Hosting two parties in the next two weeks necessitates cleaning.  So I’ve spent the last three hours cleaning my bedroom.  Which is ridiculous because all I do in there is sleep.  How could it have possibly taken three hours?  I have no idea.  And I still have the office and the bathroom to do this weekend.  These will be a nightmare as they are where I spend most of my waking time and holy god is that bathroom gross.  But in the mean time I thought I would keep track of some things I’ve learned about myself during this process.

- For a girl who lives in Phoenix and wears flip flops 98% of the time I own a SHITLOAD of socks.

- Also, a completely ridiculous amount of hats, scarves, and gloves.

- I think I skipped the blinds last time I cleaned.  At least I hope I did.  With the amount of dust they had on them it is amazing that they had not crumpled to the ground under the weight of all the filth by now.

- Even when the cleaning beast grabs me I am still way too afraid to sort through my craft supplies.  That thing is not being opened until I have a week to kill.

- That is also true for the scrapbooking/photo closet.  I am so not going there.  What a wreck.

- It is completely possible to derail my cleaning efforts for hours if presented with Indiana Jones movies.   Oops.

Due to migraine induced narcolepsy I have failed NaBloPoMo.  Third year in a row!  Woot!

In celebration of not feeling like ass today I have:

-Watched One Tree Hill and Eli Stone.

-Caught up on some blog reading.

-Organized part of my bookmarks folder.

I think next I might clean off my desktop.

Once again, jenallday.com, proving that 86 year olds who are actually 27 lead the most exciting lives ever.

Woot.

I’ve been pretty busy this week, so I guess to counteract this I have spent this entire Sunday either sleeping or watching TV.  I’ve barely left the couch.  And it is awesome.

Unfortunately tomorrow starts what promises to be something of a hell week, kicked off bright and early with some blood work.  I don’t mind needles at all, it’s the fact that I’m only allowed to eat for twenty more minutes that is annoying me.  Fasting blows.

So, if you need me I will be stuffing my face in the kitchen, or on the couch.

I’m pretty sure I’m allergic to beer.  This is upsetting.

I’ve been living a pretty busy life lately.  I’m waiting for this to catch up to me.  Which is sad.  I’m tired of being old.

I hiked this morning.  It hurts.

That is all.

No really.  I was  a mile down the road and had to come back to write this jewel.

Hi.

This is out of hand.

Bye.

It’s just past midnight and I should have been in bed hours ago.  These days in order to avoid getting to run down I have to stay on a schedule, just like a baby.  Or the elderly.  Neither of these is a fun, or appropriate, category for someone my age. I’ve kept myself awake too long reading things I’d written years ago.  Is it weird that reading my own writing can make me cry?

I’m pretty sure that I’m in a hole, surrounded by the walls, all snuggled up in hermitville.  It’s weird, I didn’t quite notice that I was here until I read some old writing and saw myself in what I used to consider the dark times.  I’m alone in my house a lot, but most of that is out of my control.  But shouldn’t I be more miserable about it?  I don’t want to reach the point that I’m comfortable shutting out the people in my life and this feels like the slippery slope.  I’m not unhappy, but maybe I’m just used to it.

When we were kids I wore two watches, one stopped on the date of your birth. You kept the pocket watch hanging from your rear view mirror set to mine.

Neither one of us has a watch anymore, but last night I saw your special time on the clock and thought of you.

I was so busy spending money I don’t have on iTunes that I almost forgot to post.

So… hello there.

(That’s all I got.)

It turn out pictures on my cellphone can be broken down into some pretty distinct categories.
Babies: Chloee and Mason

Food: Carb Craving, meal Aaron cooked and plastic food at my physical therapists office

Hot dogs, the best food.

       

Wildlife: Killer, Elk, Tux

Self portraits of me while bored.

Today I found myself awake, dressed, and not feeling like shit.  This trifecta of awesome does not occur very often any more so it was important that I DO SOMETHING.  Unfortunately it was Sunday and everyone I know was already DOING SOMETHING.  I’m lucky that my dear friend Sammy was free later in the day, so we went to see Role Models.  And I think I laughed more in this movie then any other.  See it, delicious good fun.

I now return to the regular schedule programming of laying on my couch.  All the laughing, and possibly the two drinks I had before, have given me a headache.  The best kind of headache.