My Mumbling Thoughts

First I must give major rounds of applause to mipmup for creating this new and rocking design for me. Doesn't she just rule? Yeah, she does. It's so cute and girlie, but not so sickly sweet that it hurts your eyes. Oh no. Not my eyes. I simply can't stop staring at it. It's WAY better then that mundane template that Movable Type supplied me. There's only a couple more things that have to be done (i.e. the links bar, and bringing all of my old archives over) but otherwise this is my new home and I fucking love it. Even though I've already said it a gazillion times, thank you mipmup for my new space. It's exactly what I wanted.

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I've been dying these past few days. So. Busy. At. Work. Need. Break.

But I don't get a break. No, I haven't even forced myself to take a break. Yesterday while I was getting my monthly pedicure I sat making/updating my To Do List that has been very active. I worked last Saturday and this past Sunday (on the day of rest!). When I'm at home I'm busy doing chores and getting things cleaned because I simply cannot work in a cluttered, non-cohesive environment.

All this time I've been thinking about blog posts. I have about five things swirling around upstairs that I keep on thinking about but just haven't had the time to write down and make them sound semi-intelligent. I just need one day. One complete day where I can stop thinking about work, stupid training manuals, stupid To Do Lists, and stupid chores. My brain can't handle the sleep deprivation (waking up at 4am people!) and being on the constant go. How do some people do this regularly? You have to remember that I'm part of the Lazy Club, and you can't just immediately recruit our kind over into the Busy Workaholic Club.

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I'm slouched in my chair in front of my computer screen with Goldfrapp playing on my mini stereo. A vacuum cleaner is turned on and my nerves jump out of my skin. Does Iona have to clean so fucking early in the goddamned morning? Well, I suppose she does. It is her job and I love Iona. There's no need to snap at her. Perhaps I should just take a small break downstairs in my car? I can park in one of the far away spaces underneath a tree and take a short nap. That could help.

Instead I let out another big yawn, get up and look down to see what's next on my list of things to do. The sooner I'm finished with all of this bullshit the sooner I can leave. I'll sleep, wake up feeling refreshed, take up an ink pen and begin to write, because oh how I miss you so.