Wear Clean Draws  (because there’s 5 million ways to kill a ceo)

good lard. i probably have a 10ft truck full of crap piled high in box upon box sitting in the dining room. honestly. it’s true: i’m paring down.

r and i’ve discussed splitting up, for one thing, and i’d like to have as little as possible to move if we do. and even if we stay together, i’d like to move to digs that are more… i don’t know what you’d call it, but i’d like to move to a place that didn’t demand that i compromise on the things *I* want. selfish bitch, I know. this place is OK, it’s certainly comparatively cheap for what we’ve got: a place with a garage 1.25 miles from work, .4 miles from the gym, .25 miles from a library and grocery store, and .4 miles from the blockbuster and a drugstore. OH! and .5 miles from the grooviest indie video store on the planet.

but i’d like someplace smaller and swanker. i’d like a place with a kitchen that has more than 3 draws and has cupboards in which i can actually place a bottle of soy sauce. I kid you not, these fucking cheesy ass cupboards are not tall enough for a bottle of soy sauce. it is annoying as fuck.

alas, i’m terribly spoiled by swank condo we lived in. *sigh*. and, while I compromised so R could have a workshop, the workshop has simply turned into a place, largely, where R stores his shit, and barely has room to actually do anything. It’s also a place where R goes to drink beer. *sigh* and, i’m quite sick of 1. having enough money to actually do thing only to 2. come home to find R puttering in the workshop with his favoritist gal, a bottle of beer.

whine whine whine.

i can’t believe how my body aches from running up and down stairs. olllllllllllld.

i can’t believe i’m going to end up spending my entire freaking vacation, upacking, cleaning, garage saling, tossing out crap, and organizing crap in the mother lovin’ shithole of a garage.

r helped on the weekend but discovered that, with his disease, he was quite exhausted and doesn’t feel much like doing like I am: spending the day up and down the stairs, going through everything he has in storage. believe me: he should. the man is a packrat. he has these two super heavy duty raincoats he got while stationed in Australia. They stink from the mink oil or whatever they use on them. they’re like the ones that the Columbine shooters supposedly wore. why he bought two, i don’t know. why he thinks he has to have both, now, when he has never, ever worn them, i don’t know. same with the pea coat, and the australian sheepherder’s coat, and the mountains of DVDs and CDs and computer paraphernalia. My god, he acquired a office-duty laser printer once, and he won’t get rid of it. He has TWO of them. We HAVE a color one he snagged on ebay for my birthday present , $35. He refuses to get rid of the other two.

*shakes head*

oh well. it’s his life and his problem, not mine. i just wish he’d freakin’ organize it. what i hate more than anything is that he doesn’t actually take care of what he does have. the nice coats should be stored properly. etc. etc. i learned that lesson the hard way: not realizing that you can’t leave stuff in storage for years without it doing some damage, especially when the stuff gets carted through several moves.

bah!

i sound like a nagging weeny.

Oh! I think I’ll go sit on my ass in the living room and watch this DVD we rented at the indie shop the other night. It’s a french film about the Paris Commune: La Commune (Paris, 1871). It’s an odd fiilm and was hard to keep my attention last night. I was exhausted, laying there wiggling my toes and stretching my feet to manage the achyness. It was that kind of ache you get where you just want to get some anti-gravity boots, strap them on and hang upside down for awhile, to stretch out your body. Know what I mean?

Anyway, I tried to watch last night but I couldn’t focus. So I’m going to go get myself a yummy coffee and watch while I mark stuff for the garage sale. Or something. Hmm. That won’t work, will it? I will have to read subtitles, so I won’t be able to mark stuff up.

Hmmm. I think I’m going to go get some coffee and dinner anyway. I’m going to enjoy myself — by myself! R’s at the PHP user group meeting, which I should have attended, but I decided against it because I wanted to get the last bit of stuff done with the piles and piles of stuff.

Oh! I should take a picture. Will have to wait ’til R gets home so he can use the laptop to upload it. You need to see this massive pile of crap!