Day Two

Sleep in, and get woken up by workers as they re-concrete parts of the stairwell.
Clean Bathroom twice.
Clean toiletbowl twice.
Clean kitchen thoroughly after making coffees/breakfast/lunches/dinners.
Burn more incense.
Find working kettle.
Find wool wash.
Plan the washing day for tomorrow for jumpers.
Wash all bedding and towels.
Hang out washing.
Place newly cleaned bedding and towels in wardrobe.
Bring in couch cushions and spray everything with Glen20.
Listen to Robbie Williams whilst reading a trashy novel.
Call an overseas friend.
Watch TV on small TV given to me by dad.
Put more washing on.
Turn on computer and diarise the last few days without internet access.
Fix damned washing machine as it gets out of balance on spin sysle.
Hang more washing out.
Sleep time.

Day One

Get phone hooked up within two hours of calling Hel$tra.
Discover laptop with modem isn’t working.
Conduct panic session as full realisation of lack of internet hits.
Move furniture and boxes into new apartment.
Discover that ye olde couch has unpleasant odour.
Sweep Balcony.
Air couch cushions for two days on Balcony.
Discover apartment has other disturving odours.
Burn smudge sticks and oils
Unpack all the boxes
Sort books into alphabetical order, set computer desk and computer up in spare room (now computer room)
Wash all clothing.
Hang clothing out.
Sort clothing in wardrobe.
Look for facial cleaners and makeup.
Discover BO killer is missing
Go shopping for essentials
Sort jumpers into Wool and acrylics.
Drink lukewarm microwaved coffee and vow to obtain new kettle
Sleep

The trainee left today and resigned. I’m called Lori the Terminator at work, and now everyone’s been told not to get on my bad side (hehe) I did feel bad for her, I wish it could have worked out for her. I would blame myself but she wasn’t going to be good with our customers.

I don’t like ultimatums, or bluffs. Chances are I will call the bluff, or tell the person with the ultimatum to get lost. In this case, it’s my sister. I haven’t replied to her last SMS sent today which totally fucked me up for the rest of the day at work. Mind you, work was fucked anyway, a virus took out the whole company. So.

“within the next wee hon, or I will have to let him know, bite the bullet, love you”

sure … lets blackmail, threaten, or give an ultimatum to me. Guess what! Dad already knows, I am tempted to SMS back with, “Fuck off, go ahead and tell him and see if I care.” I still might do that tomorrow, I’ll see how I feel. It’s not my sister’s right to make me feel like shit because I haven’t told dad about WHY i broke up with M. She’s supposed to be there for me, not make it about her. I am never trusting her again with anything confidential.

I have a washing machine! and I go with mum to look for fridges next Mum’s also going to see the apartment with me tomorrow, and I think I shall smudge stick the place.

*yawns*

sleepylori..