Procrasti Nation

It is my goal to clean my apartment tonight.  Because I work best under pressure, I'm putting it off as long as possible.  However, I'm doing a few a couple things here and there between loads of laundry, just to make me feel better about my extreme laziness.  But most of the time, I'm sitting on the balcony on this here computer.  I like to stay true to myself.

What better time to blog than when you have something more important to do?  And because I know everyone is enthralled with my life and its complexities (or lack thereof) a blog post I shall write.  Goings on include the following:

I am back on days at work.  So, like, my boss is creating a new team, of which I am a member.  Get these working hours:  8am - 5pm.  Can it get any better than that?  I'm super-excited about my new role and the people I'll get to work with.

My body still thinks I'm on nights.  Dumb body.

I get to hang out with an awesome friend tomorrow night.  Reason I'm planning to clean my place.

Someone keeps tracing hearts on the inside of my van's windshield.

The inside of my van's windshield is really dirty.

I still haven't picked up the bunk bed stuff.  The store keeps reminding me.

Have I mentioned that I am lazy?

Cute boys in backwards hats are cute.  Backward hats?  Wearing their hats backwards?

I needed a hug today and my Employee of the Month coworker gave me two hugs.  I smiled for 10 minutes.  Royce* is the best!

Speaking of work, I got 100% on my cases audited.  I'm glad I got audited on perfect cases!

Is 11:41pm too late to vacuum?  If it's not too late to play electric guitar, it's not too late to vacuum.

I have a celebrity crush on John Roderick of  The Long Winters.

The ex is filing for temporary custody and temporary child support.  Baffled.

Crazy how you can be with a person for 10 years and not know them truly.

I think I have met my soul mate.

Not sure I believe in soul mates.

Maybe I can get up super-early tomorrow and clean?

Not sure how much this has much to do with having a clean apartment, but I have clean sheets and blankies.

Dear P&G, the makers of Tide:  if you're going to put protective plastic on your liquid detergent caps, please make it perforated.  I bent a nail back (and I have fuckin' strong nails) and cut the skin on a finger trying to get that thing off.  Listen, I just want clean laundry.  I understand your desire to sell a pure, untampered-with product, but for fuck's sake...make it a little easier on your supporters.  And I do support you.  Because I love your awesome cleaning power and your lovely clean breeze scent.

My ex used to hate when I put that Arm & Hammer powder carpet freshening junk on the floor before I vacuumed.  Now I can sprinkle to my cold, hard heart's content.  I can use the whole stinkin' box if I wanna.

If I were in a rock band, I'd play bass.  Or Ukulele.  I'd do backup vocals, badly.

If I had to pick a favorite band right now, it would be The Long Winters.

I still need to clean the bathroom.  Dread.

I wonder what I smell like.  

I wonder what my kisses are like.

I wonder if people find me intelligent.  Or just plain goofy.

It's nearly 1am and I need to get up at 6:30am.

*her name's not Royce