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That's today's word. Tired, back-achey, Everything Out, and the usual run of Monday garbage. There's a bunch of things I ought to get done today, but I'm having extreme difficulty mustering up the juice to do 'em--which is particularly sad, since the lion's share can be done sitting on my ass in front of this here computer. Bleh, I say.
Successful weekend: Halloween party on Friday, Neverwhere followed by Call of Cthulhu on Saturday, and mad cleaning & reorganizing yesterday. (I did a happy dance in the corner of the sunroom that is no longer piled high with random crap.) The upstairs still looks like a post-tornado trailer park, but there are only so many hours in the day, I keep reminding myself.
The next thing I want to accomplish is getting the fucking dining room table from Steve's mom. It'd be really nice to have it by Thanksgiving, but that might be wildly unrealistic, the more so since we will need to buy chairs to go with it before it's useable (our current motley collection will look even worse with a nice table than it does with the current FPOS).
Successful weekend: Halloween party on Friday, Neverwhere followed by Call of Cthulhu on Saturday, and mad cleaning & reorganizing yesterday. (I did a happy dance in the corner of the sunroom that is no longer piled high with random crap.) The upstairs still looks like a post-tornado trailer park, but there are only so many hours in the day, I keep reminding myself.
The next thing I want to accomplish is getting the fucking dining room table from Steve's mom. It'd be really nice to have it by Thanksgiving, but that might be wildly unrealistic, the more so since we will need to buy chairs to go with it before it's useable (our current motley collection will look even worse with a nice table than it does with the current FPOS).
