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Been a looong time.
Since my last post I've gotten a job (full-time admin) which I'm loving to death. Very small office (6 staff, only 3 full-time) and everyone's great to work with, plus because of the bus I need to get there I'm almost always first there by about 40 minutes, which I use to read or write. Money's good enough that I can contemplate moving out on my own, although I'm going to save up for another year to cover set-up costs and emergency buffer.
In writing news, I've been as unfaithful to my stories as ever, although I'm proud to say that Necrology (previously known as Death Dreams) is still alive and kicking. At the moment actual writing is on hold in favour of planning, since I plan to use this year's NaNoWriMo to get it written start to finish. I'm hoping that between the planning and the pressure to write through I'll be able to get an editable draft.
I'm also finally cleaning my room, which has been rearranged a number of times in the last seven months. There'll be a couple of slight changes when the cleaning is done, but I think this time I have it.
All in all, life is good.
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I cleaned the study today. Like, really cleaned it. Stopped myself dusting every inch or anything like that, but almost. I went through the stacks of papers that my mother had dumped against one wall in the theory that she'd get to it eventually. Dusted each piece (seriously, it had to be done) and restacked them neatly. Somewhere between 7 and 10 stacks all up, some loose, some already boxed. Boxed up one of the stacks, since boxes are easier to deal with. Then I swept up the dust that had gathered. Then it occurred to me that I could drag my spare cupboard in and shove the boxes in there. First though I had to do some rearranging. So I moved the stacks from where they were, and dragged the filing cabinet over to that spot, sweeping as I went. Then my desk moved closer to the corner to make room for the cupboard, and the boxes went into that spot. Since I have to clean my own room enough to get the cupboard out. More sweeping with that part. Then I took the dog's bedding down to be washed, and came back to sweep properly. It took about 5 hours. Technically I'm going out tomorrow, but I think I might bail since it'll be in the afternoon and I'll either be wanting to go to bed or be exhausted from having slept. I do want to go, but if I'm going to be half-collapsing I'd rather do it at home. I'd like my sleep patterns back please. If I don't go out there's a good chance I'll clean my room. We'll see. Tags: cleaning Current Mood: exhausted Current Music: Pure Morning - Placebo
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