chores

what made me so aggressively negative towards waking up this morning? i slept well, and enough, but all i recall is slamming my alarm clock off and rolling over. that just lead to waking up shocked and horrified at 9am.

the kid might've noticed on his way out, except that i generally keep the doors closed when i leave the apartment - no more.



speaking of the kid, his replacement arrived today! i'm a grandfather once again ^_^
apparently the new kid already rates higher than piles, so it's a start...



i was still upset about my previous TL this morning, and part of our fight last night inspired the following:

blame
grease seeping from under my fingernails
oozing out from beneath my skin
short, ragged, steaming breath
grey, grainy tears
dark strands swaying between my teeth

blackening me
oily ugliness
guilt
lies
twisted sickness

fake, friendly smiles
groping affectionately
gripping tight
easing across the taint

until pure again

that reminds me: when spot and i arrived home last night, we found our neighbour sitting outside with her new mate. when she joked about not saying anything embarrassing, i came really close to bawling: "awww, but i thought it was *my* turn to sleep with you tonight".

that wouldn't have been very nice.



today was j-girl's birthday, so i called her up. we had a bit of an awkward conversation, but she called me back later for a relatively normal one. now if only something could just happen already.

we had a highly amusing moment in the office today, i've drawn it roughly but i think i'll wait until tomorrow to post it. there was no reason whatsoever for me to write that ;)

i worked late, came home, had spot's good coffee after chatting with my mum, hung out the laundry, showered, and am now about to clean the bathroom and do the dishes. on the way back from the base i drew out a list of chores for each of us, and it's already filling up.

a quick political recap