Procrasticleaning

by Ophélie

I told myself that if I cleaned the kitchen and dealt with my paperwork, I could go check out Ariadne’s sale.  I did, and came home with some very nice, very useful yarn.  You know what rocks?  Not being absolutely-totally-broke.  Having some leeway.  Being nervous about my upcoming trip to the dentist because I don’t like the tooth polisher, not because I’m afraid I won’t be able to pay the bill.

Now I’m home, it’s late, I’m working.  I think I work better at night.  I enjoy the daylight, go outside, relax.  When it gets dark, I can work.

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You know what I miss?  Target Women.  I re-watched all of them yesterday because I found out that Sarah Haskins wasn’t making them anymore.

I also miss Salad Fingers (warning: creepy).  When I was in CEGEP, I used to watch these late at night, between coming home from a late shift at the coffee shop and getting up at 6 to go to class.  I’ve always loved creeping myself out.

These days, when I’m alone at home and want to scare myself into insomnia, I read about plane crashes and disaster zones.  I read about survival in unlikely situations.

Most of these tips actually make me feel less empowered and more vulnerable.  I need to take a first-aid course, I need to get stronger, I need to learn to fix cars and shoot guns and start fires in the wilderness.