jeeminy christmas.

Ooooph, I'm tired.

When I woke up, I had absolutely no plans beyond lying around, knitting a little, and listening to my audiobooks.  It was going to be a lovely Saturday, quiet and boring.  My brother had a friend spend the night last night, but he went home early this morning, so I figured things would calm down.

Within half an hour of getting up, though, I knew that today absolutely had to be a day of cleaning.  My legs were full of bruises from collisions with boxes full of crap in the middle of my floor.  I couldn't locate half of my overdue library books, making picking up my holds impossible.  And oddest of all, in my search for a pair of clean socks, I picked up a box of crackers that was empty, save for my vibrator. 

Yeah, I don't understand it either.  I think it might have been trying to hide from me.  Probably wanted a night off or something.

So, I've been cleaning for the last 12 hours, and I'm fucking worn out.  There was just so much shit that needed sorting.  When things get bad here in the house and I get all angry and depressed, I usually just let stuff like papers, books and clothes pile up like crazy. 

The funny thing is, I figured that while I cleaned, I'd end up finding tons of yarn all over the place.  I did run across some, but what I'm really overwhelmed by is how many fucking handbags I have.  I mean, I've always known that I have something of a sickness when it comes to purses and bags, but wow.  Just... wow.  We're talking over 30 different bags right now, and I haven't even gone into the closet yet.  It's now worse than both my shoe AND my underwear addictions.  Hello, frivolous habits.  Just checking in.

I also found my prom dress.  It's a size 7.  Size 7.  I want so badly to go back in time so I can slap my 17-year old self upside the head.  Why the hell did I think I was so fat then?  Here I am celebrating because I can get into a pair of size 10 jeans again, and really, I had a wonderful body when I was younger and never appreciated it.  Add me to the list, I suppose.

Oh, SON OF A BITCH.  I just found out that a different friend of Ari's is staying the night tonight.  Hellshitcockdamn.  This one's even louder than the other one!  I'm going to be up all bloodyblisteringbollocking night.

Shit.

Anyways.  Back to the end of the riveting tale of organization and laundry.  I took care of pretty much all the mess, found dozens and dozens of loose socks, and, even though I still should vacuum, I'm too damn tired.  I'm going to put down the futon (which I can do now, since I've dislodged all the clothes from underneath it) and go to sleepy sleep.

Because, y'know, tomorrow will be another day where my father is gone, my mother spits in my face and my little brother is afraid to speak to me for longer than 5-minute intervals.  Weekends.  Boy, I love them.