Emlykate

I hate 5am. We are not friends, I'm not sure we ever will be. I did successfully get my ass out of bed at 5:45am, which is less alarm smacking than usual for that hour of the morning. So... progress? But I still hate 5am.

Ok, shower, dress, breakfast, make lunch and then off to the office to document my little heart out. Fun for all to have.

There are so many things that need to happen between now and when the snow falls. Need to find blankets. Need to make pies. Need to make cookies and have a decorating party. Need some more runs to the farmers market (planning on October 4th, at this point). Have to pick out pumpkins, carve them, find something appropriately festive for handing out Halloween candy (no costume, just festive). Have to finish putting the apartment together. Hmmmm..... there's more, I know there is. Have to set up the archery range at my parents house, and practice my butt off. Need to figure out what I'm getting people for Christmas. (Oh good grief, Christmas!)

Today... I got irrationally excited over one of those little inside cupboard door vertical rack thingys to hold your aluminum foil, and parchment paper and clingwrap and whatever. This resulted in a giggle fit. I need serious help.

I'm thinking that there might be a trip to England in my very very near future. Need to do research.

Good day today... got to spend some time with Stu, ran a few errands, got the apartment cleaned up and organized a little bit. There's much less clutter and garbage and cardboard recycling have been taken out... there's lots of pizza leftovers in the fridge...

Only downfall? I haven't done my documentation yet. ::sighs::

Ok, time for a computer switch. Documentation here I come.

I'm having an overwhelmed kind of day... the kind of day that say, "thank God you're taking vacation because I can't keep this up any more." There's just so much to do, unpacking, organizing, figuring out what is going on with the box barf, keeping up / ahead of work, weekend plans... and tonight, I look at it all and have the internal freak out of, "I'm better off just sitting over here and ignoring it, because if I look too hard, I'm going to cry, or explode, or whatever." Thing is... can't do that, if the work gets any more behind than it is already, I'm in deep doo.

::Deep breath::

Ok, time to document.

I've done one of my twice yearly wardrobe updates now... with an emphasis on "foundation garments" this time around. Lane Bryant does their "Real Woman" dollars promotion about twice a year... spend $50 during a certain time period, get a coupon for $25 off of a $50 purchase during a different time period. Goes up in increments of $50... this year, between sales and working the promotion.... I got probably almost $1000 worth of clothes, for less than $450... and I paid cash, no credit cards at all. While not exactly "frugal", definitely "thrifty", and I am quite pleased with myself. Now to manage a repeat in the spring....

I need patience. My work laptop has been horribly temperamental, and the current plan to is to re-attempt the same repair they tried last time (which didn't work), and it doesn't even make logical sense. So tomorrow, I get to attempt to explain this to the IT guy. The only thing in my favor? It's a whole lot more fun (and effective) to yell at an IT guy in person than over the phone. I just hope I manage to present myself as a coherent, rational adult and not a tempertantruming snot.

Ok, so I moved the vast majority of my stuff yesterday, and a bunch more today, plus lots and lots of unpacking and organizing. Unfortunately, the stuff in the storage facility isn't in the best of condition, there were mice the went visiting, and dust and dirt and whatever. So... there's also lots of cleaning going on. I swear I'm going to small clorox cleaning wipes in my sleep. That part is all going well....

Now, the not so well. The lady who lives downstairs has come to be known as "the chimney" to the rest of my family, she sits on the front porch and chain smokes away. And feeds mangy cats. And apparently throws food in the driveway for various rodents to eat... the one night Mom and I were there we found part of a frosted chocolate cake dumped. (Nasty!) The standards appear to be whole peanuts and oyster crackers. I'm rather disgusted by this practice, and must say that I didn't see if while I was looking at the apartment. I'm trying to decide what I should do about it. I know I can't really complain about the smoking, although I'm tempted. I know the cat thing really isn't that big of a deal. But the food in the driveway? I'm considering calling the apartment manager over that one.

I've been sleeping crazy-like lately. Waking up to find lights on when I turned them off, fans off when I left them on. Pillows and blankets thrown about the room (seriously!). And I'm absolutely wiped out. Just tired. So... crazy sleeping. Can't keep this up. I can only assume that it's the stress level, so hopefully after Saturday, it gets better.

Oh yeah. Assuming I can get a truck, I'm moving everything on Saturday.