feeling a little better. :)

[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 mars_manliness, but I don't want to step on daegaer's toes.

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Is it possible to do something that looks like Dickens meets The Wild Wild West meets Shanghai Noon and they all have lunch in Roger Zelazny's Amber, or have I had too much coffee?

oooooooo! write it, write it! *bounces in excitement*