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Another lazy sunday afternoon....
Apr. 9th, 2006 04:03 pmI don't know why, but I can never get my arse in gear on a sunday anymore.
Back when I was still living with my parents - which was about a year ago - Sunday was the day I had to clean up the downstairs rooms and cook dinner by the time my mother got home from work. As soon as Rowan was gone for the day, I'd turn my laptop on to check my email and then get pottering around dusting the front room and tidying away Rowan's toys from that morning. All the while I'd be talking to my Dad if he was home, till he retreated upstairs, and chatting to some friends over IM. The laptop would follow me everywhere, and I could frequently be found typing on it while cutting up carrots or peeling potatoes.
I suppose I could blame my lethagy now partially on my being able to access my desktop computer, which had previously been stored in my mother's bedroom. Though I don't see why as I could just as easily keep popping back in here whenever I hear that tell-tale ping. I guess the truth is that since I lost control of this place, thanks to those damn floods, I haven't had the energy to try and keep things in the psuedo-order I tried to put together initially.
I can get a hell of a lot done once I focus - there's nothing like an impending visitor to make this place remarkably tider. I guess I'm just pathetic and lazy.
Back when I was still living with my parents - which was about a year ago - Sunday was the day I had to clean up the downstairs rooms and cook dinner by the time my mother got home from work. As soon as Rowan was gone for the day, I'd turn my laptop on to check my email and then get pottering around dusting the front room and tidying away Rowan's toys from that morning. All the while I'd be talking to my Dad if he was home, till he retreated upstairs, and chatting to some friends over IM. The laptop would follow me everywhere, and I could frequently be found typing on it while cutting up carrots or peeling potatoes.
I suppose I could blame my lethagy now partially on my being able to access my desktop computer, which had previously been stored in my mother's bedroom. Though I don't see why as I could just as easily keep popping back in here whenever I hear that tell-tale ping. I guess the truth is that since I lost control of this place, thanks to those damn floods, I haven't had the energy to try and keep things in the psuedo-order I tried to put together initially.
I can get a hell of a lot done once I focus - there's nothing like an impending visitor to make this place remarkably tider. I guess I'm just pathetic and lazy.
