Chrisonomicon

Thursday, September 5, 2002

I made two decisions this morning, both to be enforced in full effect upon declaration: I will not wear holey socks, and no shopping list shall go unfulfilled. Both have been lying around the house burning holes in my mind to the point where I've dreamt about both, woken in the middle of the night, rubbing my eyes and scratching my head, trying to figure out what my brain is trying to tell me. Things have piled up around here and my mind is made up to take care of them.

Thank a higher power for guests. If it weren't for houseguests, the Windex would sit, unusued, under my sink and the toilet would go uncleaned; dishes would lie, abandoned and soiled in the sink, and my Glade Plug-Ins would crackle and burn in their sockets. Not that I don't respect my living space, but I normally take my time with these things and there is a certain sense of urgency that rises in my throat whenever someone's coming to inspect my apartment.

I bought a wine rack and a small desk for the living room and John-Michael came over to help me put them together. After pizza, we joined Kenneth and Leif at the bar Brandie's been working for some drinks and entertainment (provided mainly by Kenneth, his 24" dreads, and the wave of girls who scattered in his wake). I enjoy running around with the kids from school every now and then, but part of me yearns for warm arms to run home to, as well. I seem to be in that limbo stage between school and a real life. Maybe the decision to throw away my holey socks in a start in the right direction.