So, yeah, I’m trying to get my cart cleared this week. That means emp-ty: clear of new stuff, clear of gifts, clear of “problems.” Before I leave work Saturday afternoon (I don’t work tomorrow).
Great concept, since I’ll be gone all next week, not to return until Jan. 25.
Because of this, it just figures that five boxes of stuff would arrive. Many of which are “Immediate Processing or Death” books. Then there are the two boxes of effing puppets. I hate cataloging puppets. I think I may even be developing a phobia of puppets after processing them. I can’t imaging making them….eeuw. Nightmare.
ANYWAY. I mentioned that there was no rush unpacking them because I’d be gone, and was told (jokingly) that I can’t leave.
As if I WANT to take this trip. Fuck.
I have to not blog for the rest of today. I have to focus my ADHD-tendency mind on the task at hand. I have to consider the possibility of {gasp!} leaving stuff unfinished while I’m away.
Which puts me back in a yucky mood.
Thank God someone brought donuts. So it's a straight trade: calories for blogging.
Bye.
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