I absolutely cleaned my room yesterday. I totally realized that I shouldn’t/couldn’t clean as much as I wanted because soon, furniture will be coming and going. I definitely figured the best solution would be to crash on the couch. I undoubtedly slept until 3 p.m. on Easter Sunday.
If you’re wondering what that tingly feeling is, it’s WINNING! …. actually, it’s the opposite, but since Charlie Sheen’s breakdown is a fat losing streak in reality, it’s kind of applicable for my fail at sleep rehab.
So as I sit here, eating chocolate malt
balls eggs for breakfast, I’m trying desperately to think of a game plan that’ll win me the life makeover Superbowl. How I’m going to do the things I know I have to do on the minimal money I have to tide me over until the job lottery decides to call my numbers.
It seems simple, but it’s all I’ve got in the idea pool right now: I’ve started making a to-do list with all things simple and complicated, short-term and long-term. Hopefully having the list somewhere outside of my head will make it more tangible and therefore, more do-able.
If that doesn’t work, I’m going to need a willing volunteer to take on the job of life coach, but let me stress the volunteer aspect of this position, as said person must be willing to work for no money. Any takers? Anyone? Maybe?
I hope to one day look back on this inert period of my life and use it for endless self-deprecation hilarity. One day, my friends. One day…
Today I’m gonna knock out the small stuff that ranges from doing laundry to doing calisthenics, and hopefully succeeding at everything in between.