tanaise | (no subject)

Leaving for the weekend again. And this time my new roommate is coming while I'm gone. I so wanted this place to be nice when she got here. I had all these plans. It was going to sparkle. But I'm bleh lately, and I didn't get enough done last week, and then was gone all weekend, which is when I usually do all my cleaning, being as I have no life, and at least if I'm cleaning I can pretend it's by choice. I was going to at least put away all my laundry, but instead I packed it all in my box from clarion and dropped it in the closet. When I get back! Honest! or not. I did write lots of post its. "Yours" "Mine" "Cups" etc. and took out the trash, and I'll take out more tomorrow morning before work. I need to figure out books to pack, though ideally I'll have new ones coming home, so it's just the getting there that I need to worry about.

This place is *such* a mess. I at least managed to get the dirty part taken care of (vacuumed, swept, cleaned oddly odor-free cat box, cleaned kitchen, threw out stuff from fridge before she accidentally gets food poisoning from the months old spaghetti sauce). I'm just going to throw all of it under my bed (which is less impressive than it sounds, being as it's a loft bed) and write an apologetic post-it to the new girl. ("hi! Welcome to DC! Don't go near the loft bed without a machete.)

my current theory is make her bed. scoop all my stuff up, drop under bed. go to bed. wake up at 7:30, finish up, go to work. Proof, finish tables, straighten up desk, leave slightly early, metro to airport, into Atlanta slightly before 9.