WTF is going on?
Saturday was spent in utter solitude - well except for a call from my brother and Mom was in a good mood last night.
It was rather strange, at around 11:30am I started to decide that I would clean out the kitchen cupboards. It’s scary in there, shit falling out when you open it. An absolute mess.
But what a strange notion to have?
Anyways at around 6:30pm (with breaks out the wazoo), I wiped down the kitchen floor having completed the final chore of pairing up all the tupperware and recycling all the lids that remained. One could only ponder in a sea of plastic where those bottoms might have gone…
I hauled out about 4 bags of sauces, dried goods and korean dried goods that expired. It was sad but also a sharp reminder about eating what you have rather than picking up shit, putting it away for that one time you might want to cook (never happens believe me) then you find it in 2009 with an expiration date of 2002.
Good Grief.
It was a pretty amazing feat.
I am pretty pleased with myself to be self initiated to do this deed. It’s unlike me. Maybe I’m clearing stuff out for the move I will be making as soon as I land the house.
It’s super weird. I am not very productive on my days off and this was astounding.
Something is going on with me….
Maybe the most heaviest drapes are being pulled aside and I now I’m looking out of the sheer ones? Could the Sam-E be clearing my path? It’s no miracle thing mind you but I’m wondering about this…I don’t feel particularly thrilled, euphoric but maybe the melancholy is being to dissipate a bit?
I’m not sure what’s going on but I do know that it is improving my life.
It’s a good thing.
OMG.
Could I be turning into Martha Stewart?
Fucking great.
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June 2nd, 2009 at 1:49 am
I have a sign on my front door that says Martha Stewart Doesn’t Live Here… But you my dear, are my freakin’ hero!