Tomorrow… Get up early … clean the west room, see if I can’t get the Bowflex into a useable and not in the walkway sort of place… Maybe clean up the east room a little, too… we really need a new vacuum. It’s near the top of my list, really. You know, later, when I have some money? Anyway, yeah. Cleaning. Eating. Maybe applying for more jobs online. Whee!
Then that interview, which I hope goes well.
Then I don’t know what. Watching DVDs, probably.
I’m pretty tired right now. Was tired hours ago, but decided to go out anyway. Would probably have just stayed up watching movies anyway, and … going out and being around people is probably good for me after all that time in my little room in the mountains. I just want to get out of these clothes and go to sleep right now. I know it’s not late, but I’m trying to program my body to get up earlier and earlier.
If I get a job that starts at 6AM, working backwards from 10, 11AM wake-ups would be very very hard, but right now I’m getting up close to 8, so I’m on my way. If I get a job with late shifts, or even middle of the night shifts, it won’t be any trouble to go forward. So. I’m going backward. Backward means going to sleep right now.
Night.
Didn’t get up as early as I’d liked to have. Maybe I need to have Zoe start calling me every day to chat on his way home from work. That would certainly be early. And mentally engaging enough to wake me.
Did some “cleaning” or at least shuffling of things in the west room, got the bowflex and the big chair into useable places and cleared the walkway of things to stub toes on in the night. So, that’s good. Haven’t done much in the east room yet. Probably relocate some of those boxes to my bedroom, maybe unpack the box full of consoles, see if I remembered to pack everything I need to hook them up… Or not.
Interview in … hour and 15 minutes or so. Angela should be here to pick me up and take me over there in about 40 minutes. So, 40 minutes to kill. In ways that don’t soil my nice clothes.
Here’s hoping I’m still good at interviews.
Didn’t get up as early as I’d liked to have. Maybe I need to have Zoe start calling me every day to chat on his way home from work. That would certainly be early. And mentally engaging enough to wake me.
Did some “cleaning” or at least shuffling of things in the west room, got the bowflex and the big chair into useable places and cleared the walkway of things to stub toes on in the night. So, that’s good. Haven’t done much in the east room yet. Probably relocate some of those boxes to my bedroom, maybe unpack the box full of consoles, see if I remembered to pack everything I need to hook them up… Or not.
Interview in … hour and 15 minutes or so. Angela should be here to pick me up and take me over there in about 40 minutes. So, 40 minutes to kill. In ways that don’t soil my nice clothes.
Here’s hoping I’m still good at interviews.