hmm, let's see now. i've been up since eight, i've ... i've ... done some very frivolous coding, in fact i broke stuff that was working just because i decided all the functions needed to be in a library and that upset the delicate balance of the odd scripts i'd plugged all over the place and ...
the house is a sty. i mean sty in the most literal sense, i mean pigs would be iffy about it, k?
Jhames & Co will be here in approximately ... 7 hours? with my luck they're hauling major ass and the door's going to ding any second and what i at least had planned was to do a whole messload of cleaning and *then* claim what was left was the normal mess. you know, oh, haha, look dust and all that, oh so untidy, lalala, ...
but no. and the problem is the code library is ... i'm not done. and i had stuff still to find or figure out or do or something like that i mean, why am i blogging? i'm up to my ass in alligators (actually that would be preferable to three day's dishes in a clogged sink full of ickwater, the alligators would smell better.)
ok, so, i'm still sitting here.
nothing's changed yet.
man, i need a nap.
so i put on the van halen and the eve 6 and stuff and things of that nature and i picked stuff up in the living room and after 25 minutes i was whimpering and shusshing the music, it was so demanding.
let's face it i am inordinately dirty. it's who i am. it bothers me a little but then again, eh.
update: 4pm. sweaty, disheveled, nauseous. haven't done much, i was that way when i started. no not really.
house hopeless.
did unclog the sink. yes i reached through putrid water to hold the drain shut and plunged the other side, and there was sour milk in there, chunks and the smell oh my god.
but i did it.
this is so pathetic.
sounds like how i prepare for company