This includes burning discs (somewhere my brother is rolling his eyes, because man, haven't I been saying that for 6 months?), watering plants, going to Wal-mart, and cleaning the diet coke out of my car that I spilled there yesterday and forgot about because, porn. Sigh. Four days off a week from my job and I *still* can't get shit done. Could it be that I'm... lazy?
Random memory, shared with you because I thought of it today and laughed:
Moving down to Albuquerque from Taos, there came a point in the packing where I pulled apart the coffee maker for cleaning and storage. Believe me, this was, like, the last thing because, no coffee? Horrors. As I filled the water reservoir with the vinegar cleaning solution, out from the bottom bubbled the entirely whitened, much boiled body of a giant silverfish, which had obviously crawled in there one day, never to leave. Every time I made coffee? Steeped bug.
Oh, I am laughing right now. So gross. But what could I do? Damage = done.
The funny thing is, to this day I do NOT obsessively check my coffee maker reservoir. You'd think I would.
Have a great day, y'all. Mwahahahaha.