I had a dream last night that I was in a mental hospital.  I had a room to myself and I didn't have to see anyone.  It was so relaxing.  It was filthy, though, so after a few days (or possibly weeks) I decided to clean it. 

I wish I could get good and sick so I could skip work. 

I think I'll take a shower and then walk to Cumberland Farms (convenience store/gas station) for eggs.  The walk will make me feel better.  Or maybe vice/versa, walk then shower.  And stop eating the coffee nudges.  *slaps own hand!*  Chocolates before breakfast are not good for you, Derien. 
Well, I did not go for my walk to the store.  I'll just eat leftovers for breakfast, because I used up all my time.  I suddenly had a desire to remove clutter from my view.  Not clean up, mind you, not really, just get things out of the way a bit so I can think.  Some stuff I crammed at random into the file folder, which I'll probably curse myself for, later. 

I also took this odd cubbyhole space in the bathroom and cut an old cardboard box into a sort of shelf thing, stuffed a bunch of crap that had been sitting out (cleaners and such) in there, and curtained it in with a piece of an old t-shirt (I love the picture of the iguana which was on the t-shirt and was hating having to toss it out).  More clutter hidden.  It's not by any means an answer for a long period of time but it took fifteen minutes and made me feel better, so I'd say for today it's a success.

edited to add: I meant to say, in that dream about the mental hospital, as soon as I started to clean up they put someone in with me, and I was SO annoyed about that.

Also, the one drawback of all this flighty activity is that I haven't yet done any dishes. This is bad, because Eor can't, with his finger all mashed the way it is.

Gah, I'm shaking with hunger. *snarfs random food*

edited yet again to add:
There, food has been eaten, other food has been packed, a uniform has been packed, and ten minutes have been spent on the dishes, which got me down to the small fry pan I'll need to cook dinner tonight, so it's sort of under control.

I wish I was one of those neat-freak people who keeps everything under control all the time. They must be happy people.

I have this crackfic idea about Victorian schoolboys which I'd like to write. Maybe I should read some George Manville Fenn to really get myself in the mood for it. Actually, though, it's inspired by [livejournal.com profile] mars_manliness, but I don't want to step on [livejournal.com profile] daegaer's toes.
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