The Slice

Still reeling from having a whole weekend to myself. I got a lot accomplished yesterday, but there's still more to do. I feel like if I don't do a bazillion things in my time off, I'm just wasting my time. I'm not sure when this attitude cropped up, and man, I don't know if I could go back to doing nothing all the time. It's probably just out of necessity considering I don't have much of a life outside of work and am still figuring out where to put everything in my house/accumulating essentials as I go along. (I got more baking items and casserole dishes at Target yesterday. Kind of excited about that!) Given the chance, I'd be lazy probably (and not that I don't have my bad moments, especially concerning the internet). I just have too much I want to do. Whatever. I'm cool with it.

Woke up with my left eye in pain, though I can't figure out why. It looks slightly swollen? Other than that, I don't know. It hurts to blink. Awesome!

Oh right, it's May now. In thirty days, I posted twenty-four poems. (And I haven't worked the kinks out of one yet.) Stats? Nineteen new, three old, and two from other poets. Not too bad. I think that's about my average, come to think of it. Shrug.

I tried jogging again last night, and it went okay until I got home and realized that my ankle was really sore. It's better this morning, but not by much. What's messed up is this isn't the ankle I fell on years ago. You're supposed to be the good ankle, damn it! Maybe I'm just not meant to jog.

All right, if I don't get stuck on the internet, here's the bare minimum list of things I want to do today:
-Laundry *
-Vacuum (since I still haven't pulled it out of the box) *
-Sew (Baby blanket for a friend who had her baby like a month and a half ago, oops) *
-Bake cookies to take to work (Everyday cookies! They have butterscotch chips, coconut, and Rice Crispies in them. They're going to rule.) *

Alternately, if I find energy:
-Clean bathrooms *
-Make these *
-Play sims?

(*=Done! Final score? Everything but playing sims. Pretty damn good, I must say.)

Yep, I'm awesome like that. Ready? Go!

EDIT: And yep, I got stuck on the internet. Got to fix that shortly. BUT here's a debate on ebooks v. print I'm finding really interesting.

What was 13-year-old Fiona thinking about?

This one has a bonus drawing of a girl thinking about cakes at the top and a guy thinking about snakes at the bottom. I was very perceptive and creative as a child, let me tell you. Why did they make us write so many of these poems, and more importantly, why do I keep finding them everywhere? Haha.


Friends
Nice, Happy
Helping, Caring, Sharing
Cakes, Truth, Snakes, Lies
Spying, Growling, Frowning
Mad, Mean
Enemy

EDIT: Oh, and after almost two and a half months of living here I finally have most of the boxes unpacked. Sweet.