Eleven O'Clock, Move-In Day
Jan. 8th, 2004 09:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thessalianAfter spending another night over at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cholten99's place, I've come to the following conclusion: it's not the commute that's the problem. The problem is going to bed at midnight, not getting to sleep until two (mind. Gutter. Evict. It's called conversation, people; ever heard of it?) and then getting up at 6:30. Not just setting the alarm for 6:30, but actually having to crawl out of bed at that time.
On the other hand, I can't see it as that much of a problem, not deep down. Because if I did see it as a huge difficulty for me, I wouldn't have addressed the problem with his having to move out of his place because he can't afford it with the suggestion, "Well, if you can hang on until April, the six-month break in my contract happens around then and..." Yeah, I suggested a more permanent live-in arrangement. And the suggestion wasn't met with him screaming and running. Who'd have thunk?
Obviously, there are a few issues that need to be sorted out. I need to ditch half of my crap, for one thing -- cue wandering around my flat emptying drawers and whimpering either "I can't get rid of this but there's no goddamn room!" or "Oh, so that's where I put that!" or, in extreme cases, "Holy shit on toast, what was I thinking?". There needs to be some transmogrification and transmigration of furniture over there so that the living room comfortably fits two or more people and there's enough room in the bedroom for two people, one of them female, to keep a full wardrobe. I need to train myself out a few very bad housekeeping habits -- leaving clothes on the floor, for example, and putting things that have homes down and leaving them any old where. But apart from that...
Now, I'm not being negative. Actually, the fact that I'm not being negative, or even sitting around and occasionally thinking, "What have I done?", should probably worry me. Oh, to hell with it. If I'm not worried or stressed, I'm not going to force myself to be. Not when the outcome could be -- probably will be -- so damn good. And hey, you never know. The title line might prove endlessly appropriate.
Incidentally -- Me Mom & Morgentaler tracks! Lots of 'em! On the Frankenbox! Eee!
Thess
cholten99's place, I've come to the following conclusion: it's not the commute that's the problem. The problem is going to bed at midnight, not getting to sleep until two (mind. Gutter. Evict. It's called conversation, people; ever heard of it?) and then getting up at 6:30. Not just setting the alarm for 6:30, but actually having to crawl out of bed at that time.On the other hand, I can't see it as that much of a problem, not deep down. Because if I did see it as a huge difficulty for me, I wouldn't have addressed the problem with his having to move out of his place because he can't afford it with the suggestion, "Well, if you can hang on until April, the six-month break in my contract happens around then and..." Yeah, I suggested a more permanent live-in arrangement. And the suggestion wasn't met with him screaming and running. Who'd have thunk?
Obviously, there are a few issues that need to be sorted out. I need to ditch half of my crap, for one thing -- cue wandering around my flat emptying drawers and whimpering either "I can't get rid of this but there's no goddamn room!" or "Oh, so that's where I put that!" or, in extreme cases, "Holy shit on toast, what was I thinking?". There needs to be some transmogrification and transmigration of furniture over there so that the living room comfortably fits two or more people and there's enough room in the bedroom for two people, one of them female, to keep a full wardrobe. I need to train myself out a few very bad housekeeping habits -- leaving clothes on the floor, for example, and putting things that have homes down and leaving them any old where. But apart from that...
Now, I'm not being negative. Actually, the fact that I'm not being negative, or even sitting around and occasionally thinking, "What have I done?", should probably worry me. Oh, to hell with it. If I'm not worried or stressed, I'm not going to force myself to be. Not when the outcome could be -- probably will be -- so damn good. And hey, you never know. The title line might prove endlessly appropriate.
Incidentally -- Me Mom & Morgentaler tracks! Lots of 'em! On the Frankenbox! Eee!
Thess