a.) It’s 66 degrees in my bedroom.
The rest of the house is currently 72 and comfortable, but the bedroom is consistently 66 degrees and freezing.
With the heat on.
Windows are highly overrated.
b.) I keep looking at this blog, seeing a multitude of formatting issues that have been sitting around for far too long. And despite the fact that they drive me absolutely insane, I can never muster the mental fortitude to fix any of it. Once upon a time I wanted to be a web designer. If school hadn’t been a complete and utter train wreck failure, I’d have a bachelor’s degree for just that. Sometime in the past few years, I have completely lost any and all desire to even edit my own site(s) much less design something for someone else. I don’t know where it all went, but it’s nowhere to be found.
I had to make a few changes regarding one of my sub-domains this weekend and my brain almost melted down completely because none of it made sense anymore. If I didn’t have Bob to look at what I was trying to do and point out where I needed to go (it took him all of two minutes to figure out) I probably would have melted down completely.
c.) We got new office furniture for the loft. Do you have any idea what it’s like to haul 680 pounds of MDF? Oh ye gods. Two corner desks and a 2-drawer lateral file came in five boxes. We rented a truck from Menards because the Jetta and the Civic were not going to handle that. We picked up the haul one weekend and assembled the next. It took us probably six or seven hours to put one desk together. The gaddamn drawers—4 for each desk—probably took us two hours alone. Because by then we were punchy and tired and in pain and low on brain power. The second desk only took about four or five because we already knew where all the pieces went and we located the electric screw driver. (SO. MANY. SCREWS.) But we still spent way longer than we should have on the drawers. We didn’t put together the file cabinet until the following weekend because Oh Ye Gods. That took about two hours. Because DRAWERS. The gaddamn DRAWERS foiled us Every. Single. Time.
But now we have pretty new desks and chairs for our computers where we spend most of our time. And it’s not falling apart. And the chairs are adjustable in all different directions for some semblance of ergonomical correctness. The file cabinet is still sitting [mostly] empty because I have a fuckton of paper to sort through (shred, throw, recycle, file). I’m working on it in small batches so I don’t decide to just burn the whole damn thing to the ground.
And now we start the savings fund for the next round of furniture. Likely to replace our dilapidated TV stand and overflowing tiny bookcases in the living room. Preferably pre-assembled. Or at least without drawers.
d.) The writing well is still in a severe drought and it’s approaching critical mass. There are two projects in particular I’ve been focusing on as of late, but they are slow going. One is at the 40K threshold and the other is newer and limping along at a snail’s pace. I’m [shockingly] fairly content with the actual quality of both projects. I’m just incredibly frustrated with the slogging progress. I can’t pinpoint what the blockage is and it’s driving me crazy. I think my brain needs an enema.
e.) I painted my nails before 10AM today. Emerson Mouse is impressed but would now like to be buried under a pile of blankets because it is 66 degrees in here.
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