and that’s just the weirdest feeling. ok, well technically these are the usual days at the end of the week, but in a really unusual way. there is an open-ended feeling to it, which is kinda cool, in a way. but that would be the slightly dizzy way, and what i need to do is establish some sense of purpose. like make this dining room table in this breakfast nook feel officey. it should be much more officey than my former office was. it was ok to be cluttered and scattered there, because it was surrounded by office people doing business stuff, it was obviously a workplace. whereas this nook here is in serious need of a new image, a denookification if you will, so that it looks like a workplace and not a beerplace or a chatplace. this isn’t going to be easy – the nook is steeped in beery tradition, i can feel its relaxed atmosphere sucking the purposefulness right outta me already, it’s just that cozy and messy and such a fascinating accumulation of artifacts of late night misadventures, and oh, the memories. this was the table i was under that night i was under a table, you know. me and the nook, we have history. which must now be razed for sake of progress.
i need to organize. i need a list. maybe several lists. i wish i had a snazzy list notebook, and a nice comfy pen with pretty ink. but that would be a little too conducive to listmaking, list rewriting, list editing, list tearing out and starting over, going for that perfect list, which could be a problem. the perfect list isn’t what i need right now, no matter how seductively the thought of it beckons.
i’m not sure i’m entirely ready to plunge in to productive organizing, at least on the physical plane. perhaps i’ll begin by going through all the files on this computer, or, um, damn, sitting here thinking distracted me from the fact that one things i was sitting on was my foot. owie. bad tingles. bad.
obviously i’m a danger to myself, and require more coffee before i even start to try to think.