Wow, it's drab as all get out, raining. Misty, foggy, but the birds are singing up a storm. I wonder if this is what Portland is like!
I hope so. I love the rain. Rain keeps things shiny and keeps a lot of riff raff in doors. The next door neighbors can't be spilling out into their yard when it's raining.
It would put out the cherries on their joints and dilute their beer! Oh Noes!
My roommate has been home sick for the better part of a week. I'm thoroughly and heartily sick to death of her being here. I want to strangle her. I hope she goes back to work soon. I'd like to do laundry but whatever she washed in the machine last night has left some frightening unidentifiable odor... I cringe but I think it is her bed cover. The one that she sleeps UNDER and the dogs sleep ON. I hesitate to wash in the washer just yet but I'm out of work clothes...there is something in the machine, little dark particles of something. Ugh.
My plan for the day is to go check out the Y. If I can find it. For some reason, depending on what webpage I go to, I get different directions every time. A different address too. One says it's on Church Street and the other on Monroe. I'm puzzled. Cant' call: the only phone numbers listed are the main office.
I could call on Monday I guess. But I wanted to go sign up. Today.
but if I can't find it I cant' find it eh?
I'll have to call Monday, get actual directions, and go sign up after work.
Also I need to get to the clinic. I have such anxiety: is that the right word? I am terribly anxious. I suppose it's not enough of a crisis at present to be on medication but I'm also getting a bit depressed and anxiety and depression is making me a bit nuts.
Whether or not it is going to get better when school starts...I doubt it. School is likely to make it worse.
I have this thing where I can't leave stuff undone, or if I do it drives me to distraction. Also the cleanliness of my living area and working area: I don't know if my room is considered dirty by other's standards but to me it's frightening me: I vacuum twice a week... but the rest of the house is unvacuumed. My roommate never cleans. I won't clean the rest of the house because I rarely use it. I only clean what I use: bathroom and kitchen.
So... all that hair and dirt and dust gets tracked into my room and it isnt that bad really but I let it get under my skin and it's eating at me. I want to clean all the time.
And I could use some help with that medication wise... something to let me relax. At work too...it's a diner, and I try to keep it spotless which isn't ever going to happen.
I need some help I think.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
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