I should be cleaning but I don’t feel like it. If it makes it better, there is a load of wash going. Granted, it’s towels, whites and colors. I’m not discriminatory when it comes to laundry, and hopefully I live my life like I do my laundry. It is just after midnight-thirty on the West Coast (where I am). And cleaning in the middle of the night before people return is totally normal for me. It’s not like I didn’t clean at all whilst alone (remember I spoke of doing dishes in my last blog); it’s just that the bulk of cleaning happens right before people return. Not because I’m lazy, but because people like to come back to cleanliness. But yeah, shitty TV marathons totally have a roll in why the bulk of cleaning happens right before.
To be fair I had every intention of cleaning during the day, but I was tired and slept because I think I’m coming down with the black death once again. And no amount of essential oils and supplements I take can fight it. So, I’ve resigned myself to another bout of not being able to breath through my nose and eating Doritos for medicinal purposes. But that’s beside the point. The point is I need to tidy up from watching the baby nephew the other day, and my alarm just went off to remind me to take my meds. I do a lot of things in the middle of the night; don’t judge me.
Actually, things aren’t as trashed as they have been in times past. Back in the day when my parents would go on vacation leaving my brothers in charge, there would be people constantly in and out of the house. Then the night before they’d get back, my brothers would bribe me to do all the cleaning… or blackmail me to do it. Okay, okay, okay so midnight cleanings were a learnt behavior from my older brothers. Thanks guys. But like I said things aren’t as bad as they were then, and back in the day, Swiffers weren’t a thing. Still, I hate cleaning my I’m not feeling good.
In other news, I didn’t kill the plants and brought in the mail. And the new kitty’s such a dick, she’ll yell until I feed her. Thus, I couldn’t forget to feed the cat. I also talked with my best friend on the phone. (She lives in the midwest, so now the phone and letter are all we have.) Talking on the phone is synonymous with exercise. Granted, it was the only time I exercised, and making healthy food choices fell by the wayside. And I didn’t send out anymore query letters. BUT I did set up a job interview. So, I wasn’t completely unproductive in my time alone. (Damn Twilight Zone marathons.)
Perhaps as I procrastinate doing the physical cleaning activities left to do, I’ll finish sending out the query letters. I mean officially my time alone is not yet over. I have over twelve hours still… unless the damn plane is early. I hope it’s not early. Also, there’d be time to clean if I actually got up when my alarm goes off tomorrow. Because I’m starting to feel really tired again, which is super because I just put my bedding in the wash. The couch is plenty comfortable though. Enough rambling. Make wise choices and be safe dear readers of this blog. Also have a happy long weekend if you’re in America.