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and though the memories fade away, at least i got laid
Friday, November 2nd, 2012 11:58 pmOkay, so Josh is coming over tomorrow for birthday shenanigans (thank you, thank you, but NO WELL-WISHES YET, I promise I will post ON my birthday for that, as I am very serious about my birthday)——which means it's time for cleaning calculus.
It goes like this:
What time is he supposed to get here? 5ish? Well, it might be later. Maybe. It might also be earlier. Just to be safe, I should have everything done by 3pm. What do I have to do?
Hmmm... laundry, hide some boxes of crap in my brother's room (what, he's not coming home for the weekend, this is totally legit), put out the books Josh bought me somewhere obvious, light candles, open windows, bags of cans out of the room, maybe vaccuum, close windows, pretend that my bedroom is always 20 degrees colder than the rest of the house... oh god, I'm so tired just thinking about this, blah. I should definitely go to bed by 9pm, then I can be awake by 10ish and get everything done by 3pm without rushing, and have time to take a shower, so I'm all freshened up and everything.
At this point in my thought process, my mom appears. I explain the next day's schedule to her, and she nods wisely, then says "I think you should try to have everything done by 1pm."
ARE YOU KIDDING ME HERE, LADY. By laundry above, I meant that I have to wash my clothes/towels/normal stuff AND everything on my bed from blankets to bed-linens AND my mother also thinks I need to wash the goddamn curtains—although maybe I could get away with not doing my clothes, since I have about fifty billion items of clothing—that's at least one full load of wash and 2 loads of drying, since one of my blankets takes approximately the same time to dry as A GODDAMN PAINTING, that's at least 3 hours of laundry (during which I will have to clean other things while keeping the dogs off my sheet-less bed, since that squicks me out) and that means I have to get up way earlier than 10am. Which means I have to go to bed earlier than 9pm.
Seeing as it's 11:30pm as I'm writing this, um... I have managed to fail at cleaning PRE-EMPTIVELY.
On the plus side, that means I don't have to worry so much about everything being perfect tomorrow, y/mfy? I mean, I obviously didn't give myself enough time to do a great job here, so PERHAPS not all of my towels will get washed.
Or more likely I won't do anything but I'll feel really, really guilty about it.
It goes like this:
What time is he supposed to get here? 5ish? Well, it might be later. Maybe. It might also be earlier. Just to be safe, I should have everything done by 3pm. What do I have to do?
Hmmm... laundry, hide some boxes of crap in my brother's room (what, he's not coming home for the weekend, this is totally legit), put out the books Josh bought me somewhere obvious, light candles, open windows, bags of cans out of the room, maybe vaccuum, close windows, pretend that my bedroom is always 20 degrees colder than the rest of the house... oh god, I'm so tired just thinking about this, blah. I should definitely go to bed by 9pm, then I can be awake by 10ish and get everything done by 3pm without rushing, and have time to take a shower, so I'm all freshened up and everything.
At this point in my thought process, my mom appears. I explain the next day's schedule to her, and she nods wisely, then says "I think you should try to have everything done by 1pm."
ARE YOU KIDDING ME HERE, LADY. By laundry above, I meant that I have to wash my clothes/towels/normal stuff AND everything on my bed from blankets to bed-linens AND my mother also thinks I need to wash the goddamn curtains—although maybe I could get away with not doing my clothes, since I have about fifty billion items of clothing—that's at least one full load of wash and 2 loads of drying, since one of my blankets takes approximately the same time to dry as A GODDAMN PAINTING, that's at least 3 hours of laundry (during which I will have to clean other things while keeping the dogs off my sheet-less bed, since that squicks me out) and that means I have to get up way earlier than 10am. Which means I have to go to bed earlier than 9pm.
Seeing as it's 11:30pm as I'm writing this, um... I have managed to fail at cleaning PRE-EMPTIVELY.
On the plus side, that means I don't have to worry so much about everything being perfect tomorrow, y/mfy? I mean, I obviously didn't give myself enough time to do a great job here, so PERHAPS not all of my towels will get washed.
Or more likely I won't do anything but I'll feel really, really guilty about it.
