I clean my office yet must still face other responsibilities...

I spent most of the morning and this first part of the afternoon straightening up around the house, mainly in my office, which tends to ebb and flow from neat to cluttered to oh fuck and back to neat. I like neat, but I'm disorganized and a procrastinator -- so when the office gets bad it gets pretty bad but then some switch flips and I kick into clean mode. I even enjoy it. Perhaps its that buried inner chef in me, pissed off at my neglected mis en place.

Right now, Clarisa is still asleep with the cats piled around her. Saturday is her sleep in day. As for me, I try to sleep in, but rarely can unless I'm medicated and even then most times I'll just wake up stoned and try to deal. Not that it's a common occurrence. Given my family history (addictions seem to run rampant) and what happened to my sister - pills aren't really my favorite thing. However, when my insomnia is in full bloom and I'm getting like two hours of sleep a night for over a week - a pill does help.

I have to admit one thing -- I've straightened up around here today and been quiet and tried not to wake Clairey because I don't want to go do the run around errand thing today - like go across the Tappan Zee the Palisades Mall and Home Depot. I figure maybe if the place is clean and if she sleeps in long enough she'll think its too late to go.

Oh well. That's not too be. Just as I typed that last paragraph she got up and came straight into the office and announced we will be going to Home Depot.

Now is that ironic? My not-so-elaborate stupid plan...foiled.

See, its the procrastinator in me. I know we need to go because we need to replace our floors because we had yet another flood a few days ago. This time our piece of shit washer door flew open and sudsy water poured out and underneath our laminate floor. The floorboards are bulging and the water is still sloshing around in there despite my efforts to wet-vac it up.

So its something that needs to be done. Really.

Yet here I am hoping somehow to avoid having to do anything about it. At times like these I must seem 13.