Accounting, Part I

I suppose that I should, in some way, account for my last 36 hours.

I woke up at 11 on Thursday (but didn't get as much sleep as the hour implies) and immediately got ready to go shopping with my mom. Apart from her dropping the bomb on my anti-planned autumn, it was good times, and we communicated well and had fun. I wore new shoes (heels) that I needed to get a top/dress to go with and by the end of the 6 or so hours of errands, my feet were hurting.

Besides writing a letter to Carol (and doing a little drawing in it), I didn't relax much until a couple hours later after I asked my mom to drive me to the craft store so I could get a new sketchbook. After a full day (8 hours?) of time with my mom, I was distinctly wanting to curl up and chill out with Reagan, but he'd been gone for 30 hours himself. Saad Annie. And since Reagan sent me a text message saying that he'd be having a beer with friends, I popped a bottle in the freezer so we could long-distance toast.

Well... I was "cranky" about being alone, so I picked out a big (20 oz.) bottle of strong (9%) stout. Needless to say the following hours were spent curled up in a nest of pillows with my laptop, chatting with friends online.

The relaxation and moderate buzz were very welcome.

In the most recent 24 hours, I've slept (and napped) and watched anime, plus a mild bit of internetting. Despite accomplishing no objective goals yesterday, I've pushed myself to accomplish exactly none of them today.

Yet.

I'm frustrated that I've gotten so little uninterrupted time... My mom, knowing I'm alone, finds excuses to come visit me. It's not excessive, but it happens often enough that I don't feel securely alone unless my parents are away or asleep, and with the former I can be conscious of their return.

This current malaise is likely enhanced by the irregular pounding coming from outside my window, but it is definitely enhanced by the fact that I'm down to only 16 hours until I have to concern myself with getting ready to go to San Diego tomorrow. As soon as I get home from that/wake up Sunday, I'll be concerned with cleaning up the house for Reagan to come home.

I'd love to mulligan these couple days and spend the remaining hours of freedom sleeping and finishing the anime I'm watching, but the show is entirely subtitled and I can't tell a thing about what's going on unless I'm looking at the screen. Despite sleeping fairly late today and napping in the afternoon, my energy levels are still low. Reagan would rightly fuss at me if I accomplished nothing more, though.

Day 6 gets full marks.
Day 7 gets a pass through the virtue of non-objective accomplishments.
Day 8 (today/Friday) gets a stern warning and a kick in the pants.

I'm going for a long walk. I'm sure I'll have more to say when I get back, and more energy to do things, too. For the time being I wanted to get these words out of the way so I wouldn't be distracted by remembering them while I'm enjoying the fresh air. :)