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Time to shuffle some icons again, I think... I rarely seem to have exactly what I'm looking for.
Anyway. I'm very proud of myself, because I actually got stuff done this weekend. No, really. I swear. I did all the computer maintenance stuff I needed to get done- removed temp files, Adaware, defrag, virus scan and backed up all of my interesting files. I never do this stuff as often as I should, especially the file backup, because it takes so friggin' long. (It'd probably take less time if I got into the habit of doing it more often, but, you know... that may be beyond me.)
I also finally finished typing some stuff up from an old notebook that's been sitting there for a while. And I'm proud of myself for that, for finally getting it done. There was a good bit of stuff there, but I finally figured out that wasn't what was taking so long. See, it's the first thing I'd written in years about my father's family, which is a really sore spot for me sometimes. So it's not just the words, it's what they say.
Of course, I did type the bulk of it very early this morning, when I wasn't totally coherent- mostly, but not totally. Maybe that helped.
In other news, I keep thinking I have to go to class tomorrow, and I don't. Hah! So I have another day to do my Myths reading and homework. Will probably not bother to finish the homework before Tuesday so I have something to do in the three bloody hours I have to wait before class. *sigh*
I'm not really awake yet, but I thought I'd better get up. The maintenance dude is coming to fix the toilet, which is alternately getting no water and trying to flood the bathroom. Thankfully we have a second bathroom, but it's still annoying. Also, we did something to the light over the laundry area which is electrical in nature, meaning we won't fix it. (We could try, but Mom doesn't do electrical and neither do I. Plus the wiring around here is so screwed up...)
Anyway, the reason this matters is that I think he'll have to turn the power off in order to fix the thing- I would- and guess whose room the circuit breaker box is in?
I always get the breaker box. As far back as I can remember, I've had the bloody breaker box. Except in the house we owned when I was younger, I think it might've been in the hallway then. Or the third bedroom or something.
I hate apartments.
Anyway, I have this thing about people being in my room when I'm not awake who aren't family or at least good friends or something, hence the being awake now.
Of course, I ran around like crazy picking up my room yesterday thinking he'd be there then, so I should've known we wouldn't see the guy for 24 hours or so. And I have to tell you that without the notebooks and CDs stacked up on the floor by the computer (or, you know, sort of piled there in a big mess) I do not know who lives here. Not that I'm a slob, really. I just...clutter things.
I'll probably have it back to 'normal' by Tuesday. This amuses me for some reason.
Anyway. I'm very proud of myself, because I actually got stuff done this weekend. No, really. I swear. I did all the computer maintenance stuff I needed to get done- removed temp files, Adaware, defrag, virus scan and backed up all of my interesting files. I never do this stuff as often as I should, especially the file backup, because it takes so friggin' long. (It'd probably take less time if I got into the habit of doing it more often, but, you know... that may be beyond me.)
I also finally finished typing some stuff up from an old notebook that's been sitting there for a while. And I'm proud of myself for that, for finally getting it done. There was a good bit of stuff there, but I finally figured out that wasn't what was taking so long. See, it's the first thing I'd written in years about my father's family, which is a really sore spot for me sometimes. So it's not just the words, it's what they say.
Of course, I did type the bulk of it very early this morning, when I wasn't totally coherent- mostly, but not totally. Maybe that helped.
In other news, I keep thinking I have to go to class tomorrow, and I don't. Hah! So I have another day to do my Myths reading and homework. Will probably not bother to finish the homework before Tuesday so I have something to do in the three bloody hours I have to wait before class. *sigh*
I'm not really awake yet, but I thought I'd better get up. The maintenance dude is coming to fix the toilet, which is alternately getting no water and trying to flood the bathroom. Thankfully we have a second bathroom, but it's still annoying. Also, we did something to the light over the laundry area which is electrical in nature, meaning we won't fix it. (We could try, but Mom doesn't do electrical and neither do I. Plus the wiring around here is so screwed up...)
Anyway, the reason this matters is that I think he'll have to turn the power off in order to fix the thing- I would- and guess whose room the circuit breaker box is in?
I always get the breaker box. As far back as I can remember, I've had the bloody breaker box. Except in the house we owned when I was younger, I think it might've been in the hallway then. Or the third bedroom or something.
I hate apartments.
Anyway, I have this thing about people being in my room when I'm not awake who aren't family or at least good friends or something, hence the being awake now.
Of course, I ran around like crazy picking up my room yesterday thinking he'd be there then, so I should've known we wouldn't see the guy for 24 hours or so. And I have to tell you that without the notebooks and CDs stacked up on the floor by the computer (or, you know, sort of piled there in a big mess) I do not know who lives here. Not that I'm a slob, really. I just...clutter things.
I'll probably have it back to 'normal' by Tuesday. This amuses me for some reason.
