Little Miss Slugabed
May. 10th, 2009 06:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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So yesterday I was all productive and got the lawn mowed. All four feet tall of it. Started with assembling the weedwhacker, using the weedwhacker, and then finished with the mower. Moved the dead tree limbs to the side of the house to be chainsawed later (because I'm not about to fire up a chainsaw without someone else present to call 911!). Put up the new mailbox, since the wooden post for the old one succumbed to entropy.
Today, the only thing I've accomplished is buying groceries and a newspaper. I've been a slug all the livelong day. I had a whole list of things to do today but I think I burned myself out with all the yardwork yesterday. Maybe I'll be ultraproductive this evening and throw in a load of laundry.
The job listings in the paper is depressingly small, way too small for a city of 400,000. This does not bode well for my job hunting.
Watched last night's Harper's Island and snickered at the list of people "missing" for the wedding rehearsal. Can you imagine what property values on the island are going to be like by the time this is all done? Their new tourism industry is going to be serial killer tours. Richard Burgi got chopped, but only after getting lightly mauled by a dog, and after showing he wasn't a completely horrible guy after all. I find myself not looking during key parts of each episode because I'm squeamish. They really do a pretty good job of not showing more than, as they said, an average episode of CSI shows you. What gets me is the lead up to things. I get overly anxious - Supernatural does the same thing to me - to the point where I want to tell them "just kill someone already!" I am such a wimp.
So yesterday I was all productive and got the lawn mowed. All four feet tall of it. Started with assembling the weedwhacker, using the weedwhacker, and then finished with the mower. Moved the dead tree limbs to the side of the house to be chainsawed later (because I'm not about to fire up a chainsaw without someone else present to call 911!). Put up the new mailbox, since the wooden post for the old one succumbed to entropy.
Today, the only thing I've accomplished is buying groceries and a newspaper. I've been a slug all the livelong day. I had a whole list of things to do today but I think I burned myself out with all the yardwork yesterday. Maybe I'll be ultraproductive this evening and throw in a load of laundry.
The job listings in the paper is depressingly small, way too small for a city of 400,000. This does not bode well for my job hunting.
Watched last night's Harper's Island and snickered at the list of people "missing" for the wedding rehearsal. Can you imagine what property values on the island are going to be like by the time this is all done? Their new tourism industry is going to be serial killer tours. Richard Burgi got chopped, but only after getting lightly mauled by a dog, and after showing he wasn't a completely horrible guy after all. I find myself not looking during key parts of each episode because I'm squeamish. They really do a pretty good job of not showing more than, as they said, an average episode of CSI shows you. What gets me is the lead up to things. I get overly anxious - Supernatural does the same thing to me - to the point where I want to tell them "just kill someone already!" I am such a wimp.
