moved
No wonder, I didn’t want to wake up and managed to sleep away most of yesterday: the fucking leftover moving madness, the roach stowaways, and the frigging endless amounts of work. So here goes another one of those ‘what I had for breakfast’ posts like a few weeks or was it months ago.
Woke up bright and early at 5 with Chad, then stayed in bed reading on the ipod until 8:30
Could.not.bring.self. to get up and deal with the mess. Chad, always empathetic (read ‘enabling’, mostly kidding), pointed out that moving over the weekend was not an easy task, and naturally we are somewhat drained, physically as well as other ways. Well, whatever the sources may be, all I wanted to do was sleep more, and I came up with about a zillion reasonable arguments for doing just that. It wasn’t until I spied myself deciding for the unconscious ‘oh I’ll get my way’ approach of just fucking …