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I'm trying a tactic of setting my alarm clock for the time I have to do the next thing on my list. It seems elemental, but it helps because I'm leaving the alarm clock in the bedroom so that I have to get my lazy arse Butt of Great Inertia UP to go turn it off when it rings.
I still did not go mail out the boots I have for my brother (boots which we randomly bought like a year ago which have been sitting in the back of the closet - Eor suggested I ask if Eightball thought they might fit him*) because moving the van around from the back of the building (which 'had' to be done before 8am and I began at 8am because it wasn't even in the schedule I wrote out for myself, yesterday) took forever, with scraping the ice off it and all. Well, I'll admit I was a little anal about the parking spot on the street. I did a little shoveling and put down some Shurmelt on the worst ice-hummocks before edging the van in a little closer to the curb. But I didn't spend so much time on it that I'll be tempted to smash someone's car with my shovel if they park in that space - always a danger when shoveling out curbside parking spots. Of course the shovel in the van wouldn't be useful for that, it's a cheesy little plastic thing, chosen for it's inability to get me in trouble by lifting too much snow and rehurting my shoulder.
Bath time, nao.
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The only problem with having the alarm go off in the other room is that when you're in the bath you're not going to leap out to go turn it off, and you have to listen to it for a full minute.
There are so many things I just have to do which I can't figure in to my schedules. Like, friend someone I work with on Facebook ("Don't reject me!" she said to me, plaintively) and putting up a poll on binne asking if anyone would like to have regular breakfasts every month (which will probably mean I'll be going out to breakfast by myself the first Tuesday of every month), and watching![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lucylou's puppet video blog, and then attempting to check out finkenstein's 'sexy' time travel / memoir comic. Which, um, yeah... it's not very well drawn, but it's kind of compelling. Who doesn't want to go back in time and fix things? (I honestly don't even remember enough of my life to write any sort of memoir like this, though.)
Aaand now it's past time for me to leave and top off at the dr's office on my way to drop off the paperwork which work wanted on Tuesday. Yeah, way to stick to that schedule. :P
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*Eor has a habit of buying shoes which don't fit us just because they're good shoes and are being phased out of a product line.
I still did not go mail out the boots I have for my brother (boots which we randomly bought like a year ago which have been sitting in the back of the closet - Eor suggested I ask if Eightball thought they might fit him*) because moving the van around from the back of the building (which 'had' to be done before 8am and I began at 8am because it wasn't even in the schedule I wrote out for myself, yesterday) took forever, with scraping the ice off it and all. Well, I'll admit I was a little anal about the parking spot on the street. I did a little shoveling and put down some Shurmelt on the worst ice-hummocks before edging the van in a little closer to the curb. But I didn't spend so much time on it that I'll be tempted to smash someone's car with my shovel if they park in that space - always a danger when shoveling out curbside parking spots. Of course the shovel in the van wouldn't be useful for that, it's a cheesy little plastic thing, chosen for it's inability to get me in trouble by lifting too much snow and rehurting my shoulder.
Bath time, nao.
...
The only problem with having the alarm go off in the other room is that when you're in the bath you're not going to leap out to go turn it off, and you have to listen to it for a full minute.
There are so many things I just have to do which I can't figure in to my schedules. Like, friend someone I work with on Facebook ("Don't reject me!" she said to me, plaintively) and putting up a poll on binne asking if anyone would like to have regular breakfasts every month (which will probably mean I'll be going out to breakfast by myself the first Tuesday of every month), and watching
lucylou's puppet video blog, and then attempting to check out finkenstein's 'sexy' time travel / memoir comic. Which, um, yeah... it's not very well drawn, but it's kind of compelling. Who doesn't want to go back in time and fix things? (I honestly don't even remember enough of my life to write any sort of memoir like this, though.)Aaand now it's past time for me to leave and top off at the dr's office on my way to drop off the paperwork which work wanted on Tuesday. Yeah, way to stick to that schedule. :P
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*Eor has a habit of buying shoes which don't fit us just because they're good shoes and are being phased out of a product line.