Couldn't really think of a better title as I prepare to recap the last however long.
I've thought a few things in the last little while. Quite a few. Namely things about this journal and my home. The subject of the journal is quite simple. I'm wondering about my style of writing it. Sometimes, it's quite messy. Other times, very neatly ordered. I'm wondering which I like better and whether I'm willing to maintain the effort to write it.
Then there is the subject of my home. I recently told the guys that I want half of the roommates gone in the next sixty days. That's October 13th. I'll see how this goes. Simply put, a lot of people live here. That's okay, but there are a few people that seem to live and/or behave as if they are the only people that live here or that matter and I can't have that. They need to go.
Today, I decided at work that maybe being more brash about what I want would get what I want faster, so I came home with the plan to demand the kitchen be cleaned. It was cleaned when I got home, but I did manage to get Phillip to clean the bathroom. I'll check and see how that went later.
I have a room full of papers to shred. It's taking forever and it's tiring.
Today, in particular, I'm tired. You know what? No. I'm not tired. Not at all. I have no desire to sleep. My body registers that I do, but I've no need for sleep. I need refreshment.
I'm weary. Battle-worn.
On another note, I did manage to encourage someone and that was exciting. I got my goals for work accomplished today and that was also good. A lot of good has come out of today, but at the same time, I'm so drained. I want the war to end, but it seems that I have nothing more to hope for in that regard than the strength to continue enduring it as I cannot seem to avoid it at all.
I've thought a few things in the last little while. Quite a few. Namely things about this journal and my home. The subject of the journal is quite simple. I'm wondering about my style of writing it. Sometimes, it's quite messy. Other times, very neatly ordered. I'm wondering which I like better and whether I'm willing to maintain the effort to write it.
Then there is the subject of my home. I recently told the guys that I want half of the roommates gone in the next sixty days. That's October 13th. I'll see how this goes. Simply put, a lot of people live here. That's okay, but there are a few people that seem to live and/or behave as if they are the only people that live here or that matter and I can't have that. They need to go.
Today, I decided at work that maybe being more brash about what I want would get what I want faster, so I came home with the plan to demand the kitchen be cleaned. It was cleaned when I got home, but I did manage to get Phillip to clean the bathroom. I'll check and see how that went later.
I have a room full of papers to shred. It's taking forever and it's tiring.
Today, in particular, I'm tired. You know what? No. I'm not tired. Not at all. I have no desire to sleep. My body registers that I do, but I've no need for sleep. I need refreshment.
I'm weary. Battle-worn.
On another note, I did manage to encourage someone and that was exciting. I got my goals for work accomplished today and that was also good. A lot of good has come out of today, but at the same time, I'm so drained. I want the war to end, but it seems that I have nothing more to hope for in that regard than the strength to continue enduring it as I cannot seem to avoid it at all.
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