In approximately thirteen hours my aunt will come to my house and pick me up so I can look after her much better house and very close and alive pets for few days. Do you think I have cleaned my flat yet? Do you think I have packed?
Uh huh. No. I have, however, blog-stalked a whole bunch of people, missed a possible messenger conversation with someone who's only a couple of suburbs away and I should probably communicate with by phone or in person, watched some truly tragic TV including the OC which I haven't seen in an age [it's called good management; ironically the theme of this post] - guess what, no problems picking up the plot line there, I have done a stack of washing which is now sitting around waiting to be tidied/hidden away, yet again failed to pay my cunting mobile bill - they kindly sent me a text message to tell me when they'll cut me off, and I think I've eaten everything in the house.
I've also cleaned the toilet, which I'm quite proud of, and most of my mugs [not together]. I am getting worried that I won't get done all the stuff I planned to get done so I'm now crossing things off. My toenails can wait to be painted. Do I really need to visit the bookstore [yes, motherfucker, yes!!!!]? Should I leave my legs unshaven? I mean, there's a pool but only the cat and dogs to see... I was going to dust but by the time I get back things will just be dusty again so I might as well do it when I'm around to enjoy it. Damn, have I enough antihistamines? I'm actually a bit allergic to cats, possibly even dogs. What do I really need to take with me? [Guess who can't live without her computer for a few days?] Where is my swimsuit? Should I, perhaps, get up and, like, pack rather than just writing about it? Hmmmmm possibly.
So weird to have only a mobile for regular communication - I must go pay that bill.