dangerous edge of laziness

This is often the spot where I get into trouble. I've been hyperproductive and I run a little bit out of fuel and want to stop mid-project.

I'm so close to being finished. SO CLOSE. And I have to get the stuff that's in the car to Goodwill today or my dad's luggage will have no room to sit. And if I'm going to do that, I may as well deal with the rest of the bedroom closet because there are bound to be things in there for Goodwill, too.

The carpet cleaner just left. The place looks pretty damn perfect. I have everything sorted except one messy giant plastic container in the bedroom closet. That and one bookshelf. Must. Keep. GOING.

Yesterday I did all kinds of tidying up. I met the wonderful Amy T. for lunch. She is so freaking nice. I always feel so spoiled by her. We went to B&O Espresso for lunch, which was fantastic. After I dropped her off at work, I drove to Dere Auto and had them give my car an overdue oil change, fix the wiper blades, and replace a brake light. Then I drove to Queen Anne and got my eyebrows waxed. Ouch, but worth it.

And then I came home and took a break. I'd started organizing things when Pete came over and we went to the Kebab House for dinner. It was great catching up with Pete who's been in New Jersey for the past few weeks.

It was a late night, and then an early morning. The carpet guy came at 8AM and I mostly tried to stay out of his way. I got the top shelf in the bedroom closet done that way, which was exciting. I also feel like I have early onset Alzheimer's because I found this really sweet card, signed with long, touching messages by a number of people and I had no idea who any of them were. As I read all the messages, I finally figured out that it was from this place I'd once worked as a call center receptionist for three months, and apparently after I left, they mailed me a card. I have no memory of any of them except this one crazy lesbian who kept dating men and insisted on telling me all the details of her sexploits.

I have to go grocery shopping today. Jeff's coming over for dinner (squee!) and I need groceries. I also need to finish using all those Meyer lemons and make some more curd. (No idea where this curd-making frenzy has come from, but it must stop!) I want to make my dad this cranberry shortbread he loved. And I need to figure out what to make for dinner for Friday night, because OB and Em and Zach are coming over to have dinner with us. I also need to figure out what to do with my dad for 45 minutes on Friday while I have my legs waxed (courtesy of a gift certificate from Ellen). I should have scheduled that appointment last week, dammit.

I also have these three disposable cameras from eleven hundred years ago. No idea what's on them. (And am a bit afeared.) But I am going to take them to be developed. So weird. Thank god for digital cameras. I hate that I can't just see what's on them. Maybe I'll drop these off today, too.

Okay. Enough procrastination. Must deal with bedroom closet finale! *whipcrack*

more procrastination

I keep writing because it's less pernicious a distraction than the tv or something.

Closet crap is all sorted. Well, like 95%. I have a sack of correspondence that I want to go through, but all the stuff that needs to leave the house has been shoved into the front entrance.

I need to:

Go to the used bookstore to barter away three boxes of books I'll never read.
Go to Goodwill to drop off things I don't want anymore.
Take my car to the car wash, because it's ridiculous.
Drop off the film at Walgreens.
Go to the grocery store.
Make curd and shortbread.
Make pizza dough for dinner.
Put back all the furniture once the carpet's dried. (Probably right before Jeff gets here.)

I swear, I'm going to get all this done. Then I can chill. I'll do the bookshelf this weekend.

rockstar

Go to the used bookstore to barter away three boxes of books I'll never read again.
Go to Goodwill to drop off things I don't want anymore.
Take my car to the car wash, because it's ridiculous.
Drop off the film at Walgreens.
Go to the grocery store.
Make curd and shortbread.
Make pizza dough for dinner.
Put back all the furniture once the carpet's dried.

I may be freaking tired, but I am so excited I got all this crap done. I don't think I have the energy to make the shortbread tonight. I'll make it first thing in the morning.

OMG so tired. I wonder if I could handle a little nap before Jeff comes over. I have all these little things left. Things I took out to do major cleaning that if I had a wand, I would use to whisk back into place right now. Small annoying things. But my feet are killing me and I feel a little nauseated. So I think maybe a small rest. Although maybe if I just put the stuff on the club chair in the office away, I can sit there and read for a bit.