1. My bed is unmade. This is a personal pet peeve. There's no excuse for an unmade bed. It takes all of 30 seconds to pull up the cover, and that single act makes anything else that is out of place look a little neater. I live alone. An unmade bed is no one's fault but my own.
2. I found a potholder in my underwear drawer. Clearly, I didn't have time to sort my laundry. What's worse? It's been there for 3 weeks.
3. My book shelves are still not alphabetized, and all the newly aquired books are growing in verticle stacks on top of the horizontal ones. I live the disjointed personality of an analytical (highly organized) and an artist (highly disorganized). So life is always a little out of kilter, but unalphabetized books are really upsetting my balance.
4. My plant died. I watched a movie that said you're not ready to be in a relationship until you can keep a pet alive, and you're not ready to own a pet until you can keep a plant alive. The moral was something about responsibility and caring for someone/something else more than yourself. I was trying to care for my plant. Honest. My grandma puts used coffee grounds on her plants to help fertilize them. No one told me flavored coffee would kill one. Guess I'm not ready.
5. uh number 5, I don't have time to finish this post, but if I don't post it now, I'll never get back to it...
3 comments:
I simpathize with you while I laugh. I know how you feel. I like to be organized but have been disorganized for so long now that I can't seem to get things back in order.I hope you are able to get everything back under control soon. If I were there I'd help you alphatize your books. And don't worry about the plant. I still can't keep any plants alive, but I've managed to keep Stephen and Michelle alive so there's hope for you yet.
I'd just like to say, "welcome to normalcy". You're now a little less introverted type A analytical, and just one step closer to being like the rest of poor folk. :)
You watched 28 Days.
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