Procrastination...
is moving into a new apartment and taking two weeks to unpack your things...
Is it because I'm lazy, or is it because doing so is just admitting that it's time to move on and I can't stand the thought of closure...can't stand the thought of an apartment laid out according to my own standards and influence? Is it admitting that I know so much less about myself than I'm willing to admit...or that I know more and that I'm afraid of accepting the truth of my expensive and out there style?
Can't exactly express yourself when your budget gets you Target, right?
Meh.
Work is 5am tomorrow. That means up at 4am...that means at least the mood-induced insomnia doesn't have much of a choice but to back off for a few hours...
Tomorrow...we start considering puttting up the bookcase and getting all the shit off the floor. Maybe that will be inspiration enough to actually put away the laundry too... then again, the kitten-head-superbeast is having the time of her life...
At least someone is. Meanwhile, I'm avoiding the Gentleman Jack on the counter and the Cuervo behind the bar like the plague. I'm not drinking my way through this situation like I did the last one.
Sober time = slow time. More time to contemplate and consider...and decide whether or not to beat yourself up or not. Or just let go and zen it.
fuck it.
Where's my buddha?
is moving into a new apartment and taking two weeks to unpack your things...
Is it because I'm lazy, or is it because doing so is just admitting that it's time to move on and I can't stand the thought of closure...can't stand the thought of an apartment laid out according to my own standards and influence? Is it admitting that I know so much less about myself than I'm willing to admit...or that I know more and that I'm afraid of accepting the truth of my expensive and out there style?
Can't exactly express yourself when your budget gets you Target, right?
Meh.
Work is 5am tomorrow. That means up at 4am...that means at least the mood-induced insomnia doesn't have much of a choice but to back off for a few hours...
Tomorrow...we start considering puttting up the bookcase and getting all the shit off the floor. Maybe that will be inspiration enough to actually put away the laundry too... then again, the kitten-head-superbeast is having the time of her life...
At least someone is. Meanwhile, I'm avoiding the Gentleman Jack on the counter and the Cuervo behind the bar like the plague. I'm not drinking my way through this situation like I did the last one.
Sober time = slow time. More time to contemplate and consider...and decide whether or not to beat yourself up or not. Or just let go and zen it.
fuck it.
Where's my buddha?