I've been in a tizzy all day. I did the smart thing and did the bulk of my clean-up duties (taking shit to storage, hiding stuff in my closet, hiring a stripper to clean the house) several days before my parents come home, so I don't have any last-minute worrying. There is still some shit I need to do (taking out the garbage, cleaning up the dining room table, taking the shredded credit card applications to the recycling bin), but I feel as though everything in the house is in order.
Good thing too, because I am roiling inside right now. In my head I feel like there's so much shit I have to do and too little time to do it. What do I need to do? Frankly, I don't know. Maybe my parents coming home soon is just pissing me off. Or maybe it's the popcorn, buttered like hell (just the way I want it), that is making me crabby. Or the fact that I am coming in an hour early for overtime, and I need to wake up in about four hours, is making me anxious as fuck. Or maybe it's all of those things. I'm just not in a good frame of mind right now, and I think having abbreviated sleep will make things worse.
These are the times I have a blog for, but I don't think I'll feel cathartic after publishing this.
Good thing too, because I am roiling inside right now. In my head I feel like there's so much shit I have to do and too little time to do it. What do I need to do? Frankly, I don't know. Maybe my parents coming home soon is just pissing me off. Or maybe it's the popcorn, buttered like hell (just the way I want it), that is making me crabby. Or the fact that I am coming in an hour early for overtime, and I need to wake up in about four hours, is making me anxious as fuck. Or maybe it's all of those things. I'm just not in a good frame of mind right now, and I think having abbreviated sleep will make things worse.
These are the times I have a blog for, but I don't think I'll feel cathartic after publishing this.
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