Issues with vegetables
I have realized I have difficulty vegging. Not at all when in the company of bf, or sis, or friends. But when alone, I cannot veg. And today, my supposed veg-day for the soul (since today is my saturday, me working weekends and all), I realize I did the following:
9:30 am: Fended off evil cell-phone provider, called to solve erroneous and astronomical bill sent, wasting valuable veg-time on hold or pushing Émilie's numbers for automated service, even if I did press ) to skip this b.s. , all the while repeating key arguments for self-defense over and over in my head, and raising anger level in preparation for potential bitchfest. I won my case.
9:30 am and onwards: Keeping in touch via long-distance MSN chat with OB1. Read my chinese horoscope (ox). Text message bf with reminder to pay car insurance and announcing triumph over evil Bell beavers.
11:30 am: decide to prepare breakfast of champions. Call car insurance company instead for info on insuring 2nd drivers, all the while searching on rates of bus passes on the internet, and info on up-an-coming grad. Text message bf all excited with insurance findings.
11:40 am: Call mother for chat; no answer. Realize milk is missing for the champion's (me) coffee, head to depanneur in concealed pjs for key ingredient, then commence egg&toast meal.
noon: Call mother for chat. Munch breakfast of champions whilst chatting with mom on phone.
1:30 pm: Hang up with mom after exhausting topics ranging from the tomatoes in the fridge to how nice Victoria is, all the while reading up on up-an-coming graduation procedure on comp, and trying to change my name as it will appear on diploma. Name will unfortunately remain as such.
1:35 pm: Collect and sort huge quantity of laundry to be done at bf's tomorrow. Re-make bed. Pick up room.
2:00 pm: Major overhaul. Begin the 'changing of seasons', whereupon all summer clothes from my wardrobe is sifted, re-folded, and switched with winter clothes (sifted, re-folded, and tried-on. Votes on 'too-tight-but-I-might-fit-in-to-them-later' jeans held by closed jury) stored in non-functional closet (ie: inaccessible, tiny, dark, shallow, and having no pole but rather a few oddly-shaped shelves, varying from a 3'' to 9'' depth (since it is not deep enough for a pole, it is basically a linen closet in disguise).
3:00 pm: Switch of summer/winter shoes between closet (remember, shallow and dark shelves) to more accessible shoe rack in room. Some shoes tried-on; heels remain hidden at back. Change of current slippers for more comfy red 'Papa Smurf' ones that I had forgotten about. Move of tights and thick socks from bottom fo closet (in bins) to bottom shelf of newly clean wardrobe. Essentially, entire closet, shoe rack, AND wardrobe are cleaned. Begin soak of woolen shawl with Woolite in bathroom sink.
4:00 pm: Rinse no.1 to shawl. Yuck. Continuation of 'changing of seasons', implying move of summer dresses on hook in back of door (only place to hang stuff in room) to closet (another jewel) in office and switch of said-dresses for blouses and jackets found in various places. Co-ordinating hangers chosen. Re-discovery of cool beige velvet jacket, placed on top as not to forget new find. Cleanup and sort of coats/jackets/scarves on entry coat rack. Rinse no. 2 to shawl.
4:20 pm: Break. Reheat piece o' meat, eat in front of comp while browsing and blogging. Confirm lunch date with boss via email. Final rinse and squeeze to shawl. Leave to drain in sink.
5:00 pm: Nausea and fatigue, lay in bed and wonder so tired. Realize have not a) turned on tv b) sat on couch c) napped or d) vegged in any legume way, shape or form.
5:20 pm: Decide to go blog about inability to veg.
5:45 pm: Summit of the minds. Discuss rent/apartment status and impending court date with building owner with bro.
6:51 pm: Finish blog rant on non-vegging and rush to shower and brush teeth for first time today after call from bf. Remind self to squeeze and hang shawl to dry and scold self for not packing night bag sooner.
6:54 pm: Correct typos in blog...
9:30 am: Fended off evil cell-phone provider, called to solve erroneous and astronomical bill sent, wasting valuable veg-time on hold or pushing Émilie's numbers for automated service, even if I did press ) to skip this b.s. , all the while repeating key arguments for self-defense over and over in my head, and raising anger level in preparation for potential bitchfest. I won my case.
9:30 am and onwards: Keeping in touch via long-distance MSN chat with OB1. Read my chinese horoscope (ox). Text message bf with reminder to pay car insurance and announcing triumph over evil Bell beavers.
11:30 am: decide to prepare breakfast of champions. Call car insurance company instead for info on insuring 2nd drivers, all the while searching on rates of bus passes on the internet, and info on up-an-coming grad. Text message bf all excited with insurance findings.
11:40 am: Call mother for chat; no answer. Realize milk is missing for the champion's (me) coffee, head to depanneur in concealed pjs for key ingredient, then commence egg&toast meal.
noon: Call mother for chat. Munch breakfast of champions whilst chatting with mom on phone.
1:30 pm: Hang up with mom after exhausting topics ranging from the tomatoes in the fridge to how nice Victoria is, all the while reading up on up-an-coming graduation procedure on comp, and trying to change my name as it will appear on diploma. Name will unfortunately remain as such.
1:35 pm: Collect and sort huge quantity of laundry to be done at bf's tomorrow. Re-make bed. Pick up room.
2:00 pm: Major overhaul. Begin the 'changing of seasons', whereupon all summer clothes from my wardrobe is sifted, re-folded, and switched with winter clothes (sifted, re-folded, and tried-on. Votes on 'too-tight-but-I-might-fit-in-to-them-later' jeans held by closed jury) stored in non-functional closet (ie: inaccessible, tiny, dark, shallow, and having no pole but rather a few oddly-shaped shelves, varying from a 3'' to 9'' depth (since it is not deep enough for a pole, it is basically a linen closet in disguise).
3:00 pm: Switch of summer/winter shoes between closet (remember, shallow and dark shelves) to more accessible shoe rack in room. Some shoes tried-on; heels remain hidden at back. Change of current slippers for more comfy red 'Papa Smurf' ones that I had forgotten about. Move of tights and thick socks from bottom fo closet (in bins) to bottom shelf of newly clean wardrobe. Essentially, entire closet, shoe rack, AND wardrobe are cleaned. Begin soak of woolen shawl with Woolite in bathroom sink.
4:00 pm: Rinse no.1 to shawl. Yuck. Continuation of 'changing of seasons', implying move of summer dresses on hook in back of door (only place to hang stuff in room) to closet (another jewel) in office and switch of said-dresses for blouses and jackets found in various places. Co-ordinating hangers chosen. Re-discovery of cool beige velvet jacket, placed on top as not to forget new find. Cleanup and sort of coats/jackets/scarves on entry coat rack. Rinse no. 2 to shawl.
4:20 pm: Break. Reheat piece o' meat, eat in front of comp while browsing and blogging. Confirm lunch date with boss via email. Final rinse and squeeze to shawl. Leave to drain in sink.
5:00 pm: Nausea and fatigue, lay in bed and wonder so tired. Realize have not a) turned on tv b) sat on couch c) napped or d) vegged in any legume way, shape or form.
5:20 pm: Decide to go blog about inability to veg.
5:45 pm: Summit of the minds. Discuss rent/apartment status and impending court date with building owner with bro.
6:51 pm: Finish blog rant on non-vegging and rush to shower and brush teeth for first time today after call from bf. Remind self to squeeze and hang shawl to dry and scold self for not packing night bag sooner.
6:54 pm: Correct typos in blog...
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