Sanity. Or lack thereof.
It's come to that time of year where I have a few straggler vacation days left, if I'm lucky, and have tapped out on the mental capabilities to handle life as I know it. Bring on the November 4 day weekend.
We're supposed to be getting quite the storm. The fridge and pantry are stocked with stuff that has been basically ignored because of our fondness (READ, LAZINESS) for take out, so there won't be any real hardship to hanging out in my pajamas for the next four days until I go back into the office. At least if the weather cooperates and the power stays on.
What to do. I mean, there's a shit ton. I wonder if I can find some Christmas spirit? Maybe it's under the bed with the dust bunnies. I mean, there's lots of those, so it's possible it could be hiding under there.
Of course there's a list. I want to send out water colour Christmas cards this year. Mainly because I feel like I need a creative outlet for all of hte water colour videos that I've saved on instagram. Also because I'm broke and still want to appear fancy. What's fancier than hand painted water colour Christmas cards?
I also want to clean and sort my office. This tiny 9 by 12 space has become a catch all for everything from extra bedding and blankets to whatever the fuck that thing is. And you know what's funny? I love it. I love it so much. Not the clutter. I mean, I'm not that nuts. I love the space. I love this little room in my house that can be anything that I want it to be and not have to answer to anyone for how I decorate it. It's the place that resembles what it looks like if you peel back the layers of my skull that looks into my brain. Much like my brain, I would like it to be a lot less chaotic.
...and other stuff. Other stuff on the list that likely won't get done. I mean, every time I have the luxury of a long weekend, I have expectations and those are never, ever freaking met. I'm okay with it though. If you accept it, it no longer disappoints you.
We're supposed to be getting quite the storm. The fridge and pantry are stocked with stuff that has been basically ignored because of our fondness (READ, LAZINESS) for take out, so there won't be any real hardship to hanging out in my pajamas for the next four days until I go back into the office. At least if the weather cooperates and the power stays on.
What to do. I mean, there's a shit ton. I wonder if I can find some Christmas spirit? Maybe it's under the bed with the dust bunnies. I mean, there's lots of those, so it's possible it could be hiding under there.
Of course there's a list. I want to send out water colour Christmas cards this year. Mainly because I feel like I need a creative outlet for all of hte water colour videos that I've saved on instagram. Also because I'm broke and still want to appear fancy. What's fancier than hand painted water colour Christmas cards?
I also want to clean and sort my office. This tiny 9 by 12 space has become a catch all for everything from extra bedding and blankets to whatever the fuck that thing is. And you know what's funny? I love it. I love it so much. Not the clutter. I mean, I'm not that nuts. I love the space. I love this little room in my house that can be anything that I want it to be and not have to answer to anyone for how I decorate it. It's the place that resembles what it looks like if you peel back the layers of my skull that looks into my brain. Much like my brain, I would like it to be a lot less chaotic.
...and other stuff. Other stuff on the list that likely won't get done. I mean, every time I have the luxury of a long weekend, I have expectations and those are never, ever freaking met. I'm okay with it though. If you accept it, it no longer disappoints you.
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