it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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ashes to ashes baby, dirt to dirt

It is amazing how whatever you have to do in a given day will expand to fill the available space. Some time off from writing actually seems to make me busier, because I feel like I should be doing all this other stuff.

And my hobbies and relationships have in fact expanded to fill the available space. elfshot, my geocaching buddy, wants to cache. (yay!) I'm heading over to netcurmudgeon's house tonight to play with firearms. (It's been rather a while since I handled any guns, and since I get to go shooting at Penguicon, I want to refamiliarize myself with the equipment. Mostly these days I shoot bows. *g*)

And I need to finish this book I'm reading and start the next one, so there will be a Journey To The Tub as soon as I finish this lj post. And then the obligatory math and guitar practice.

Oh, and picking out something from Carnival for jaylake to read when he plays me at Norwescon this weekend.

And hooking up my printer. Must be hooking up my printer.

Really, I need to spend less time reading livejournal and hanging out on the internets. Fortunately, now that I have furniture, it gets easier to walk away from the computer.

And I need to clean the closets. And do SOMETHING about my bedroom, which probably means taking a lot of clothes to Le Goodwill and organizing a party to retrieve an armoir from arcaedia's house that has been there since I moved to Las Vegas in 1999. Although it occurred to me the other day that if I lost weight a little faster than I have been, I wouldn't have to buy new clothes: I could just keep trading down in size as the ones that currently fit wore out. *g* So, I'm off beer and ice cream for a while. Oh, the hardship!

I got most of the rest of the cleaning done, but of course entropy requires no maintenance.

And stillsostrange will be here over the weekend for the Iggy Pop concert which means I have to remember to get her at the airport before archery tomorrow, and we need to make plans with buymeaclue and tanaise for Saturday, I think there will be a field trip to Providence so she can visit HPL, and then next week there is a lecture at Yale on the 10th (must coordinate with evynrude and suricattus) and a Vienna Teng concert on the 11th and a massage therapy appointment on the 13th. And then on the 14th a trip to Logee's with batwrangler to BUY PLANTS YAY.

And then the week after that there's a new Criminal Minds, which means Wednesday Night Pizza Night at my place (ladegard, elfshot, evynrude, ashacat, netcurmudgeon, if you are free, mi futon es su futon Wednesday the 18th?) and then dropping off the Presumptuous Cat with elfshot and the trip to Penguicon.

And then I fall over for a while.

I'm still procrastinating on my taxes. I'll buy software tonight and get it done before the deadline. (This is me, all over, by the way. Because I could not do them in February, when I generally do them, now I will put it off to the last instant. This is why I hand books in early: because I have a funny relationship with deadlines. Either I get things done while there isn't much time pressure, or I start to procrastinate. I hate being pushed. *g* Which reminds me, time to pay the April bills today....)

Also, I need to buy my plane tickets for WisCon, and buy my WFC membership, and pay for Sycamore Hill and figure out with stwish when would be a good time to visit him around that, and bring him some pieces of Bradford Pear with which to make musical instruments.

So, um. If I forgot I said I would do something for you? It's NOT YOU.

I need to make a written list, don't I?

I was going to go for the first bike ride of the season today, but it's icky out. Maybe a walk later, then. Or a trip to the gym, though I am not feeling enthused about the gym of late.*

But I don't mind walking in the wet. Too many years of not owning a car to be fussy about stuff like that. (I spent one memorable winter walking a mile to and from the bus, on each end, with walking pneumonia. I don't recommend that. God, life is so much easier now than it was when I was 24. You have to be young to live through the shit you put yourself through in your youth.)

Oh, it looks like I will not be making ComiCon this year, and all my potential roommates are not going, and frankly, much as I enjoy working the tables, the con's gotten a little overwhelming and so has my schedule.

And none of this, of course, includes any actual work I need to be doing. Because I am not thinking about books for a while.

You know, I had no friends in school. Being a geek improves vastly with age. But sometimes I wish I were two people.

*My gym buddy ashacat will be back from her six month research trip in two weeks, though, and that will help get me motivated.

Tags: honeydew, quotidiana, the writer at work

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