Bender

I feel like I did a bunch of blow today. Not like I'd know, but I bet it's like this. Because I woke up 3-4 hours earlier than I typically do and I am killing it today. And by killing it I mean stressing myself out and getting a lot done but also crazed.

I have a friend from out of town visiting, so I have been cleaning my apartment hard. It's fucking dumb. I have way too many clothes to store. I have one closet and it is small and not in my bedroom. My dresser is full with about 1/3 of my clothing. So, I don't know what to do. My usual method of piling up dirty clothes on my kitchen floor and clean clothes on my kitchen table (my washer/dryer is in my kitchen) is not going to cut it. Oh well.

Also I have an article due tomorrow and nothing to write. Please give me some advice letters. I need one for tomorrow. Also I am supposed to be writing some sort of year end top ten list or countdown or something. My ideas so far are top 10 sandwiches I ate this year and top 10 funniest nicknames I came up with for myself or strangers. I don't think either of those will run. Will gladly accept suggestions for that too.

I am making Christmas cards this year. While I consider myself fairly crafty for a straight dude, I am screwing this up. Four days later and this ink on these cards has yet to dry. I did some research and found out that this ink is designed to NOT dry. So you can like sprinkle it with glitter or fairy dust or some other bullshit. So I bought a hair dryer at Walmart. That didn't get the job done. I need to borrow an embossing gun. This is my life. I need a moment.

I fancy myself a pretty good gift giver. I like to get people thoughtful gifts and really pride myself on my ability to do so. Not so much this year. I have no good ideas. Oh Christmas, you are a cruel mistress.

I think by the end of the day the totals will be: 50 smoked cigarettes, 1 cat punched in the face, 1 stubbed toe and/or pinched finger and/or bumped head (it just feels like one of those days), 5 Diet Pepsis, 3 screamed F words (well, just one F word screamed 3 times), and hopefully 2 eaten chocolate chip cookies (hey, they aren't all bad).

Off to rake some leaves at my parents house. Holler at me with GAFABP for tomorrow or list ideas.