And I believe that robots are stealing my luggage.
And I believe in freedom. Freedom for everyone. No matter how stupid they are, or how much better I am than they are.
but then I decided, the hell with it.
Here's the story and the story goes:
I have New Year's resolutions. They won't come as a surprise.
- I will try to be more patient with MLH.
- I will clean the dishes after I use them rather than let them sit around assuming they are able to be cleaned at that time. If they are not able to be cleaned, they shall be soaked forthwith until they are. They they shall be cleaned immediately. The fact that my husband is 20% slug and does 60% of the cooking will not be a deterrant to maintaining order in the kitchen.
- I shall achieve the goal of increased bookshelvage with no qualifications about how, when or where the shelves appear and no demands that the bookshelf capacity be equal or greater than the number of books available for shelving. Slow and steady progress is acceptable.
- I will stay the course. The changes I'm making, though small are appreciable, and I will only make changes I'm comfortable with. I will continue to use lj to vent as needed, praise as needed and generally bleed off surface tension, or fever induced ramblings like this one.
I just wish my ribs didn't hurt from the coughing. Is that normal?