Between Ice Cube and the Indigo Girls…
We are currently on hour 23 of the quest to organize my CD collection. I figure next week will mark 1 year since I moved in here so its about f’n time.
Right now, the dining room table is a precarious theme park of CD’s old and new (I haven’t ever purged, not once since I started buying them in 1986) so this is probably my punishment. An earthquake right now would be poetic justice of the sharpest kind.
To amuse myself, I’ve consumed 1 Odawalla Bar, drank 3 glasses of water, called several relatives, listened to old episodes of Invisible Ink and cursed under my breath enough times to horrify a whole convent worth of nuns.
I have no idea if I’ll finish this foolishness today or if Tony, my next door neighbor, will find me dead, face down on the broken remenants of CD’s that all begin with the letter “J.” You’ll know if there’s another post after this one.
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i am an organization freak and reading this entry made me twitch. whenever i take on a project of that magnitude, i sometimes end up doing the most trivial household chores (dustbunnies under the couch? they’ve been there for 4 months, why must i clean them right now?) in order to avoid dealing with the task at hand. ugh.
i am an organization freak and reading this entry made me twitch. whenever i take on a project of that magnitude, i sometimes end up doing the most trivial household chores (dustbunnies under the couch? they’ve been there for 4 months, why must i clean them right now?) in order to avoid dealing with the task at hand. ugh.
You said it sister. I’m going to have to take a good long look at myself when this is all done.
You said it sister. I’m going to have to take a good long look at myself when this is all done.