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some stuff
Mar. 2nd, 2020 05:31 pmI had today off and have managed to do a number of annoying little tasks, such as changing the filter on the Brita water pitcher, renewing the car registration, paying some bills, tidying a bit. Also I scrubbed the kitchen floor, which is not a little task even though it's a little floor. (I want to find whoever decided to put nasty dirt-trapping wax down on the linoleum, drag them back to my apartment, and force them to clean the damn thing.) When I say "scrub" I mean literally down on my knees, scrubbing. The floor is now cleaner than it has been in . . . a while.
I've been working on some general decluttering. My living space got pretty bad during the long period when I couldn't really see, and then once I could see again, it took me a while to have the energy to tackle it. But now that my general health is better, I'm managing to do some things. I went through my clothes and weeded out all the things that (a) were completely unwearable because tattered, torn, or irreparably stained, or (b) were decent clothes that I would never wear again, because they were no longer the right size or, in a few cases, were women's clothes that I'd hung onto. The former went into the trash (guilt, oh the guilt! but I don't know what else I could have done), the latter to the laundromat. They are now neatly bagged in the trunk of my car, waiting to be taken to the thrift store. I still have an old suit and coat that need to be dry cleaned first, but I'm almost completely done! And I can now see the floor of my closet, which is nice. It feels a little scary, though. My instincts still scream at me that it is DANGEROUS to get rid of things, because I might need them! (*whispers to my instincts that we are making something approaching a living wage now, and do not need to keep ragged clothes*)
I have also started Preparing for the Coronovirus Epidemic. I don't know whether it's sensible precaution or giving in to panic, but I'm laying in a two-week supply of extra food (not hard, as I tend to be a food hoarder anyway). Dunno if I can do the same with meds, but it wouldn't be deadly or catastrophic even if I had to do without my meds for a couple of weeks. It wouldn't be great, but I wouldn't die or be hospitalized.
Still have not gone to any of the game night things, even though there are two of them a week. Social anxiety, why?????? (*whispers to my anxiety that it is a goddamn MeetUp group and its specific purpose is to help people meet each other; I will not be intruding on an established group of best buds* *"But how do you know?" my anxiety whispers back*)
Apart from that, my life is mostly work, the Rusty Quill Gaming podcast, and awaiting the return of The Magnus Archives next month. A whirlwind of excitement, that's me.
ETA: And I just had to edit a fuckton of accounts for automatic payments, because I got a new debit card with a new expiration date. Good times! Don't you wish you had my life?
I've been working on some general decluttering. My living space got pretty bad during the long period when I couldn't really see, and then once I could see again, it took me a while to have the energy to tackle it. But now that my general health is better, I'm managing to do some things. I went through my clothes and weeded out all the things that (a) were completely unwearable because tattered, torn, or irreparably stained, or (b) were decent clothes that I would never wear again, because they were no longer the right size or, in a few cases, were women's clothes that I'd hung onto. The former went into the trash (guilt, oh the guilt! but I don't know what else I could have done), the latter to the laundromat. They are now neatly bagged in the trunk of my car, waiting to be taken to the thrift store. I still have an old suit and coat that need to be dry cleaned first, but I'm almost completely done! And I can now see the floor of my closet, which is nice. It feels a little scary, though. My instincts still scream at me that it is DANGEROUS to get rid of things, because I might need them! (*whispers to my instincts that we are making something approaching a living wage now, and do not need to keep ragged clothes*)
I have also started Preparing for the Coronovirus Epidemic. I don't know whether it's sensible precaution or giving in to panic, but I'm laying in a two-week supply of extra food (not hard, as I tend to be a food hoarder anyway). Dunno if I can do the same with meds, but it wouldn't be deadly or catastrophic even if I had to do without my meds for a couple of weeks. It wouldn't be great, but I wouldn't die or be hospitalized.
Still have not gone to any of the game night things, even though there are two of them a week. Social anxiety, why?????? (*whispers to my anxiety that it is a goddamn MeetUp group and its specific purpose is to help people meet each other; I will not be intruding on an established group of best buds* *"But how do you know?" my anxiety whispers back*)
Apart from that, my life is mostly work, the Rusty Quill Gaming podcast, and awaiting the return of The Magnus Archives next month. A whirlwind of excitement, that's me.
ETA: And I just had to edit a fuckton of accounts for automatic payments, because I got a new debit card with a new expiration date. Good times! Don't you wish you had my life?
