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Jan
22
Boy, January has really been Januarying, this is the just-gotta-get-through-it month in the best of times and the times are *checks notes, scrabbled in broken lipstick on a mirror along with one aggressive trailing off line* REALLY not the best, amirite. We’re not even done with January, there’s enough January left for all kinds of things. It certainly feels like anything is possibly, literally anything. Civil war, nuclear war, alien invasion, Starbucks is illegal, women have to prove fertility to buy groceries which are just “Hungry Man” dinners now WHO FUCKEN KNOWS.
I was on a good long sustained upswing for a while and I miss that, I felt a lot more optimistic and energetic and lately I have been dragging ass and going to bed ridiculously early, not to get a whole lot of nice restorative sleep of course but just to doomscroll until my eyes give out. It’s the season, it’s the nonstop heavy news, it’s temporary, I’m telling myself. And it is, this is a dip and that is life, the great thing about being older is knowing bone-deep how the ups and downs come and go.
But man. Hello from the other side, you know? Gonna be glad to be out of the trenches.
Well, here are some good things. Billy had his neutering surgery and seems none the worse for wear, I had him in a mildly hilarious “recovery suit” (pretty much a baby onesie) for the first day but that was it, no cone of shame or anything. Did my part to lower the world’s testosterone levels, by golly. I have been meaning to befriend an older lady in my neighborhood and I did! We exchanged numbers and she came to see the house and meet Billy. I sent a box of Crumbl cookies to another friend and she was so surprised and happy about it, that made me glad. I have been slowly replacing my ugly plastic lightswitch/outlet covers with brass plates and they look so much better. I rewatched The Fall, which I think might be my favorite movie of all time. I made a cottage cheese concoction that sounds absolutely disgusting and is extremely delicious, if you aren’t scared of mid-century Midwestern dairy/gelatin bangers (cottage cheese + cool whip + a packet of Jell-O mix + whatever fruit you like, I used a can of fruit cocktail + chopped nuts, hells yeah). I decided to learn line dancing and I’m going for my first lesson tonight along with a couple friends! (Will report back on that FOR SURE.)
The horrors persist, and so do we. What’s getting you through the January doldrums?
Jan
20
One thing that’s been mildly frustrating about living on my own is how it’s like being roommates with my sloppiest tendencies. For the most part I feel a great sense of freedom in not having to pick up after other people, but it turns out I have to pick up after myself, and I can be …kind of a lazy fuck? My biggest complaint with myself has to do with the closet doors in my bedroom. Like what jackass keeps leaving them open, oh I guess that is me! Again and again I leave the closet doors wide open, then walk into the room and think UGH WHO DID THAT, close them, then eventually I need to get a shirt or whatever and the whole thing starts over.
Some things I am forced to be tidy about because of Billy, like I cannot leave dishes in the sink or he will be in there frantically licking everything before getting shooed away, and any sort of clutter will get batted around/pushed off a countertop. Also every toilet has to be left closed or he will be in there like a weirdo sewer weasel. But generally it is just me facing my own poor habits on a daily basis and while I am mostly not a complete slob I do make strange choices, like letting scooped-out wet cat food cans add up in a cupboard before I throw them in the trash. That’s just disgusting! Who does that?! Oh.
I don’t really clean until things look visibly dirty. Probably it would be better to have a little routine so the toilets don’t build up a ring before they get scrubbed, or the mirrors aren’t smudgy or the sink isn’t sporting a toothpaste patina, but that is apparently how I prefer to live. It’s always helpful when I’m going to have company because that sends me on a little faucet-shining spree and things look extra decent for a while.
The cat litter, however, gets scooped multiple times a day, and for sure after every dook. Maybe if I had a far-off room for his food and bathroom area I would be lazier about that but as it is, it is a HOUSE WIDE SCENT EVENT when he does his business if you know what I mean. Bro will peel your hair right back if you immediately don’t blow turds out the airlock and light a candle.
At least the laundry does not pile up, there simply isn’t much to do so it’s never overwhelming. It’s not a big house, so it’s easy to vacuum. I only have myself to scold about not tracking dirt in, and I’m pretty good about that at least, except sometimes I come in from a long walk and I make a tired beeline for the bedroom to peel off clothes and then I’ll look at the hallway with a trail of wet leaves or whatever and I’ll be like, GODDAMMIT WHO DID THAT??? Oh.
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