The only thing that keeps us distant is that I keep fuckin' up

[cyrano]

By ten this morning it felt like my day was over. I'm tired and frustrated and a big whiny bitch. Spent most of my time wrestling stuff around and cleaning my room enough that I could fit my dresser into my closet, which will give me more working space in my room.
I had measured everything out and knew the dresser would fit in there. What I didn't measure was the size of the entry, and whether it would fit through that. It won't. And now, I realize, that I'm lucky I didn't wrench it in there because then I wouldn't have been able to open the drawers. Which somewhat defeats the purpose.
So my room and the hallway are a complete shambles, and access to the back half of the house is problematic at best, and I still have about eight million things that still need to be done. And there's food sitting on the counter which ostensibly was going to be breakfast. I think I can get it back into the refrigerator before it spoils.

Comments

[ambar.livejournal.com]

Is that why I saw a big-ass coyote loping across Eight Mile Road from walnut grove to walnut grove this morning? He was pretty spectacular. If I hadn't been doing 60+ with the camera in the bottom of my bag I might have tried for a shot.

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

This coyote was way too tired to do any loping this morning. He was pretty much all about curling up on the couch and taking deep breaths.

[tyee.livejournal.com]

Aw, sorry about the closet! I have experienced that type of measuring fiasco several times. Bleh. At least you still have altoids!

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

Plus, by five-thirty I'd managed to get the dresser dragged downstairs into the garage and replaced with two smaller plastic dealies, and the house more or less in shape again after the shambles I'd created.

[tyee.livejournal.com]

Woo!!