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The class was so easy, yesterday, that it was a letdown. Although my co-teacher took the hard part and did all the reading, while I just tried to keep up with the slides (because for some reason the remote controller for the slides doesn't want to work). I did the off-the cuff stuff without a problem - answering question, leading the group in trying out the simulator.
It was lovely to have the evening at home. I relaxed and cooked dinner, then took a pill at 8:30PM and slept 9 hours. Nice.
And this morning I did some organizing and chucking things out of my desk drawers. I hope I didn't chuck out anything important - paid bills went, with wild abandon, but they only went as far as the recycling, so I guess I could retrieve them in need be, until tomorrow morning, when it goes out. I can never remember if I'm supposed to keep them for a certain amount of time...? My magic 8-ball went, because it had stopped giving answers. I think it's fluid had somehow evaporated so the little bobby thing wouldn't float right. All old erasers and anything rubbery went, because they were disintegrating.
Gah, I have so many little pieces of paper with bits of stories and notes to myself. Those just went back in the drawer. I should grab a few every now and just type them up for a half hour or something, a short time so I won't feel overwhelmed. In addition to the loose slips of paper there's at least 8 little notebooks, the ones that stay in my back pocket at work. I should never have let that happen - when I got done with one notebook the important info should have been carried forward to the new one, and the old one tossed out. But time just slips by on me and I don't get these things done.
One of the most frustrating and annoying things about trying to organize is that I just can't remember where I keep certain things. The box with foreign coins is probably in one of my storage boxes, but the paperclips should be on the shelf with the glue and tape and rulers and all (which Eor keeps organized) but I can't see them. They used to be in a little cannister, but I stole the little cannister to put leftover handcream in, and I don't know where I put the paperclips. So... I set the new little pile of paperclips on the shelf by itself, which will just be another problem later on. I wish I had a memory. I guess the reason I'm like a packrat is that, like a rat, I can't recall where I put the other thing that was like this thing, so everything just builds up in layers of everything.
So depressing. Mainly because it's a job that's never done - I've always got more mess, more piles of stuff, hidden away somewhere, that need to be sorted. But possibly more so because each thing I toss out is like a bit of my life that's not coming back, since I have no memory to record these things. I know I should pat myself on the back and feel good about myself every time I do some cleaning out, but it's hard.
I tell you, if I didn't have Eor, I would be lost. I would starve, lost in the piles of my own junk.
Okay, shower time. Food time. Time to do dishes and get myself back on track. I can still have a good morning if I try. I should be proud of all the tossing out I did.
It was lovely to have the evening at home. I relaxed and cooked dinner, then took a pill at 8:30PM and slept 9 hours. Nice.
And this morning I did some organizing and chucking things out of my desk drawers. I hope I didn't chuck out anything important - paid bills went, with wild abandon, but they only went as far as the recycling, so I guess I could retrieve them in need be, until tomorrow morning, when it goes out. I can never remember if I'm supposed to keep them for a certain amount of time...? My magic 8-ball went, because it had stopped giving answers. I think it's fluid had somehow evaporated so the little bobby thing wouldn't float right. All old erasers and anything rubbery went, because they were disintegrating.
Gah, I have so many little pieces of paper with bits of stories and notes to myself. Those just went back in the drawer. I should grab a few every now and just type them up for a half hour or something, a short time so I won't feel overwhelmed. In addition to the loose slips of paper there's at least 8 little notebooks, the ones that stay in my back pocket at work. I should never have let that happen - when I got done with one notebook the important info should have been carried forward to the new one, and the old one tossed out. But time just slips by on me and I don't get these things done.
One of the most frustrating and annoying things about trying to organize is that I just can't remember where I keep certain things. The box with foreign coins is probably in one of my storage boxes, but the paperclips should be on the shelf with the glue and tape and rulers and all (which Eor keeps organized) but I can't see them. They used to be in a little cannister, but I stole the little cannister to put leftover handcream in, and I don't know where I put the paperclips. So... I set the new little pile of paperclips on the shelf by itself, which will just be another problem later on. I wish I had a memory. I guess the reason I'm like a packrat is that, like a rat, I can't recall where I put the other thing that was like this thing, so everything just builds up in layers of everything.
So depressing. Mainly because it's a job that's never done - I've always got more mess, more piles of stuff, hidden away somewhere, that need to be sorted. But possibly more so because each thing I toss out is like a bit of my life that's not coming back, since I have no memory to record these things. I know I should pat myself on the back and feel good about myself every time I do some cleaning out, but it's hard.
I tell you, if I didn't have Eor, I would be lost. I would starve, lost in the piles of my own junk.
Okay, shower time. Food time. Time to do dishes and get myself back on track. I can still have a good morning if I try. I should be proud of all the tossing out I did.
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The paperclips are now in the little glass teddy bear that formerly contained loose change. It's full, beyond capacity. The paperclips need to go back to work because we reap more than we sow.