I enjoy my life more when I write it down

[oiran]

Anyone know how to keep a small, caged bird from compulsively masturbating? Yeah, me neither.

If I had all the things I need to do written down in one place, in large letters, without a chance to meander or dawdle, I might accomplish something, even something small. But I have no such list, no plan, no coherency. My holiday goal is to attempt to mail out the things I should have mailed out months ago in complete and attractive packages. Ah. There's where I run into trouble: the attractive part. Because then I want to design covers and booklets and superstructures and dresses for every possible use and application, and it all goes to happy hell in a riot of color and disorganization.

Speaking of which, I have a burlesque pattern and then costume to make, and pronto!

So, naturally, I'm going to go to the coffee shop for a bevvie I don't really need. But I've been in self-imposed exile for two days now (trips to the mailbox don't count) and I need foreign air and the sight of other human shapes.

Spent Sunday out in the cold petting Casey and throwing his tennis ball, and I'm glad I did it, but I'm all congested again. He's officially our dog now: we paid his fee, and we signed a contract stating that we won't sue the rescue lady if he ruins our possessions or bites strangers. We still have no fence, and Mr. G is in Kansas City this week going on dates with shaggirl, so we won't have a fence any time soon. I know how to build a fence, theoretically, but I haven't the physical strength/coordination/wherewithall to actually do so on my own.

I feel like I live dimensions away from the things I see and the urgencies I ought to attend to. Despite knowing otherwise, I function like I live in a world without end. Or clocks.

Comments

[isagel.livejournal.com]

Despite knowing otherwise, I function like I live in a world without end. Or clocks.

Am in a similar state of mind at the moment. I should be doing all these active things to get some sort of job and start being a productive member of society again, and I should be cleaning the apartment so that it finally starts looking as if I didn't move in yesterday, but I don't seem to be able to get anything done. And the weeks just keep slipping away. Why is it so hard to get a grip on oneself? *sigh*

Also - new dog! Yay! I hope the two of you will get along perfectly. *hugs Jed and scratches Casey behind the ear*

[twigged.livejournal.com]

And why didn't you come with misterglove, missy? I'd share him, you know. ;)

[tubenerd.livejournal.com]

Despite knowing otherwise, I function like I live in a world without end. Or clocks.

...Or phones.

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[carlfinnegan.livejournal.com]

The bird at my parents' house masturbates. I'll spare the logistical details, but the sounds alone are pretty unnerving.