The Bloody Doors Off

In less than a month, I’ve gone from no work to so much damn work I need to contract some of it out.

And it’s just going to get more insane. My hours at the office are going to change. I might even have a shift in the days I work. For sure, I’m working Saturday, maybe Sunday, and next Saturday.

Tonight I got home at 7:30, bolted back out to start laundry down the street, back home to write an email regarding the subcontract, out again to throw everything in the dryer, off to the grocery store for essentials (bread, bagels), home again and made lunch for tomorrow, back a third time to the laundromat to fold laundry. I finished at 10pm; didn’t eat dinner until 10 minutes ago. There’s no way in hell I’m gonna clean this apartment anytime soon. If the roommate wants to pitch in, I won’t say no.

Now I’m trying to unwind with a movie.

I need to farm out my life. Someone should enjoy it.

My soon-to-be niece-in-law (is that a thing, or is she just my niece?) announced today that they’re having a girl. Could’ve told her to save the trouble with the MRI; when they announced I told her it was a girl. My name has been cursed in the delivery room, I’m so damned accurate. If this is my super power, I should go into business–

Oh great, even less free time.

On the way back from No Frills, the streetcar pulls up (in the rain) as I’m listening to the following. I nearly tripped up the stairs it was so perfectly times.

Now fuck off. I need to watch this movie and unwind. I only have enough time before I have to crash and get up for work tomorrow.