I didn't end up making it to WisCon, so one would think that at least the apartment would be looking a trifle less like it was being rented by a gang of brain-eating zombies... but no.
Saturday went well enough, consumed in an ordinary weekend's allotment of Out Of The House Errands such as the usual library run and groceries, but somehow Sunday never really made it off the runway so far as anything in the cleaning-related line went. In the end, my chronically bizarre sleep-patterns decided to put me down for a nap between 7 and 10 PM, meaning I was wide awake and raring to go right about when I needed to be settling down so I could be rested enough to slope over to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
welcomerain's theoretical barbecue on Monday. Needless to say, at the approximate start-time for this latter event I rolled over in bed, observed that it was raining anyway which is generally rather incompatible with barbecues, and went back to sleep until about four in the afternoon. I'd say I need a Real Job to straighten out my schedule, but it's never worked before so why get into it again now...
Mum didn't get much of anything done either, which somewhat puts paid to her theory that she doesn't get anything done on the weekends because I'm always needing to be driven about the landscape on errands.
So it's the first of June already, and I'm trying to keep a firm grip on the notion that a large part of why I'm vaguely frustrated and wanting to bite random people is simply hormonal, despite the other extraneous factors involved like the weather and the slowness of the mails. (Today's entry on the Agenda of Dread: one of Saturday's items involved paying the rent, which in itself went well enough, but it came out in the course of the conversation that operations to evict certain unwanted six-legged tenants from the building are still ongoing, with another round of chemical warfare scheduled for later on today. Still undecided on whether to try and sleep through the assault on the common areas, or remove to healthier climes, mostly for want of an idea for what said healthier climes should constitute and for what portion of the day... Upheaval not good for writing schedule, dammit. Plus leaving the house would involve finding the energy to shower.)
Also not looking forward to the week's television scheduling, which will be dragging out the usual intolerable Memorial Day death-march of war movies until the D-Day anniversary a full week later. The only things at all worth watching all weekend were two of the Indiana Jones movies and I suspect that they only put those on because they have Nazis in. I've had it up to here with the "real" war we're in already, I don't need John Wayne swaggering across my television for a solid week on top of it.
And somewhat on the subject of current events and WWII, am I alone in finding the new memorial creepily reminiscent of something out of Speer's grand plan for Berlin...? Seems inappropriate, under the circumstances.
Now we present a new feature on this blog: I've been wondering, as I fall over the library bag on my way into and out of the bathroom, just how many books I do go through in the course of an average month; so, for the month of June, I'll be keeping a log of library books in and out, with the odd note here and there on their fate while in the house. So here's where we start --
( Library List, week one )
(As I've said before, the Attorney General can bite me.) This time next week I shall bring the story up to date with news of what got read, what got sent back unfinished (and why), and what followed me home in the next week's batch...
Saturday went well enough, consumed in an ordinary weekend's allotment of Out Of The House Errands such as the usual library run and groceries, but somehow Sunday never really made it off the runway so far as anything in the cleaning-related line went. In the end, my chronically bizarre sleep-patterns decided to put me down for a nap between 7 and 10 PM, meaning I was wide awake and raring to go right about when I needed to be settling down so I could be rested enough to slope over to
welcomerain's theoretical barbecue on Monday. Needless to say, at the approximate start-time for this latter event I rolled over in bed, observed that it was raining anyway which is generally rather incompatible with barbecues, and went back to sleep until about four in the afternoon. I'd say I need a Real Job to straighten out my schedule, but it's never worked before so why get into it again now...Mum didn't get much of anything done either, which somewhat puts paid to her theory that she doesn't get anything done on the weekends because I'm always needing to be driven about the landscape on errands.
So it's the first of June already, and I'm trying to keep a firm grip on the notion that a large part of why I'm vaguely frustrated and wanting to bite random people is simply hormonal, despite the other extraneous factors involved like the weather and the slowness of the mails. (Today's entry on the Agenda of Dread: one of Saturday's items involved paying the rent, which in itself went well enough, but it came out in the course of the conversation that operations to evict certain unwanted six-legged tenants from the building are still ongoing, with another round of chemical warfare scheduled for later on today. Still undecided on whether to try and sleep through the assault on the common areas, or remove to healthier climes, mostly for want of an idea for what said healthier climes should constitute and for what portion of the day... Upheaval not good for writing schedule, dammit. Plus leaving the house would involve finding the energy to shower.)
Also not looking forward to the week's television scheduling, which will be dragging out the usual intolerable Memorial Day death-march of war movies until the D-Day anniversary a full week later. The only things at all worth watching all weekend were two of the Indiana Jones movies and I suspect that they only put those on because they have Nazis in. I've had it up to here with the "real" war we're in already, I don't need John Wayne swaggering across my television for a solid week on top of it.
And somewhat on the subject of current events and WWII, am I alone in finding the new memorial creepily reminiscent of something out of Speer's grand plan for Berlin...? Seems inappropriate, under the circumstances.
Now we present a new feature on this blog: I've been wondering, as I fall over the library bag on my way into and out of the bathroom, just how many books I do go through in the course of an average month; so, for the month of June, I'll be keeping a log of library books in and out, with the odd note here and there on their fate while in the house. So here's where we start --
( Library List, week one )
(As I've said before, the Attorney General can bite me.) This time next week I shall bring the story up to date with news of what got read, what got sent back unfinished (and why), and what followed me home in the next week's batch...