Eh. I cleaned. It now looks like a human being may live here, not some feral creature. I cleaned strategically, because I knew I was gonna have to do the dishes, (I actually LIKE it there is something satisfying about that chore, today I just sat there with the water on ONLY hot which you have to learn a good technique for not burning you but that is the best rinsing material. Well, today I sat there imagining the water was God, and every time I cleaned a dish something nice happened. Mighta been the head injury IDK.) So, I started with everything else.
Anyway I am congenitally somehow trained to the CLEAN the kitchen like a madwoman even all the appliances (exteriors only, I'm not totally insane.) I don't know why it happens but it does, followed by a ritual cleansing of the sink, then my hands. So I was tired, but I still mixed. Tea, then a Pink Champagne mix since I was pretty much OUT. I was pleasantly surprised that I still had more than I thought, so I added in some Marsala wine and lots of fruits (IDK the Marsala wine smelled like it would work.)
They are both shake and vape (although they improve with age) but I can't handle rewicking the atomizers I am going to put them in. Yet.
Bleugh IDK what is UP with me. My head hurts. There's a bit of dried blood in one spot but nothing you know, terrifying. That's what you get for running into a door.
I think it's the valium increase it just kills your motivation.... Like, if I am doing something I can KEEP doing something but starting something well.... Well the house is a lot cleaner.
I will have to try "get to work" as my main motivation for tomorrow.
I knew this was gonna happen. I also know it shall pass.
Anna