Got a couple of hours to kill before I leave for work, very relaxing.
My neighbors downstairs are listening to The Supremes. It’s a change from the usual reggeton. I switched it up this morning by playing Kelly’s SCA music. I feel like the knowledge that someone else is likely to overhear any noise I make ought to alter my music choice somewhat, though I don’t really know how.
Made cookies the other day- chocolate chip. The baked goods themselves were sort of so-so, but the raw cookie dough tastes awesome. Good thing I only baked up half of it- now I have enough guilty sweet snack food to last me for a week.
I was gonna make tea and smoothies for my design meeting, but we got so in to talking right away that I totally forgot to offer. I guess that’s okay though. My first guest! She said that Iso was pretty. And Mo-Mo my roommate’s cat walked in while she was meeting her, and for the first time I’ve ever seen them they sniffed noses. It’s a breakthrough! There was still growling afterwards, but the fact that they at least had a semi-polite introduction for once could be important.
I just want everyone to get along.. I’d like for Iso to spend more time outside my room.
I’m having crazy artistic drive right now, and no time to do all the projects I want. Why’s it gotta take so long to paint something? Or type a chapter of my story? Or cut matte board for frames? Or make lists of business plans? Or rearrange my room? Why can’t I do all those things in one night? I gotta finish one thing and then move on to another? What?!
I guess the fact that it’s all I can find to complain about must be good.
I think I may be developing some better habits, living with another human. I am much more inclined to do dishes now. I still hate them, but the thought of my roomate coming home to a dirty sink and thus thinking less of me, well, it puts enough guilt into my spine that I will actually stop and do them. Haha! Guilt! That was the key to housework all along! No wonder I was such a slob living alone. I had a lack of guilt!
I even clean up my sewing messes now. And I never leave out paint anymore, even though I know I’ll be coming back to it the next day. One of us might need the table betweentime, you see.
I gotta wonder how much of this newfound cleanliness is gonna last once my life actually gets really busy again. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.