Pointless
You know that feeling of falling you have occasionally when your sleeping and you wake up and your heart is pounding in your chest and your breathing is rapid. I been dreaming it (and waking) a lot lately, and I am not even jumping off cliffs or parachuting to find that I am wearing my back pack rather than a parachute. I am just getting off the escalator; darn slippery things.
My list is still kinda sitting awaiting fulfilment.
My room is still trashed; the colours chosen curtain material bought but no freaking idea what to do with the stuff in my room at present so that I can paint. Thinking I should pull my finger out tonight and just shove everything I got into boxes and move them out and deal with the mess when I unpack later.
My dog. We are still at a standstill over this one. I am constantly being advised just to bring my dog home and make my mother deal with it. If I was not a grown up mature very aware of how I wish people to treat me and had not read and reread my etiquette book till it's cover is almost falling of; I would. This however is not the case and I am trying to do it the correct way. The standstill is that my mother is not saying yes or no without a 'contract' which has consequences if the dog and I ruin her horrid unused backyard.
My Program Ok so we are making a little progress here. It is coming together and every day I am discovering how big a bite I am trying to chew. At a small dilemma presently with my codes but when that is sorted I should be able to progress a little further. Also a tonight thing prehaps
My computer. Well here I will have to say the most progress has been made. I now have a shopping list. Two more small things to sort out and I will be ready to build. Yay; though I would like to have a fresh painted brand new room to put it into.
That is about all my list now. There are other things I really want on my list and a few things sitting on the edge of my list begging to be done but I don't think I have the present rational capabilities to make those decisions just yet.
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