Thank goodness when you go on a tweeting spree, no one gets hurt. I just tweeted more than I care to admit. Last night I was up until 5 am, which technically makes it not last night, I guess, listing new items on Zibbet. I'm still not happy with the quality of my photos, but they are improving, at least. I have lots more items to photograph and list, so I have plenty to keep me busy over the next week, at least. But between you and me and the entire Internet, I always have plenty to keep me busy. I have a backlog of chores and things to be doing so that there is never a moment where I should be bored. I've been living in my apartment here for a YEAR and still have boxes I have not opened. When my husband left, he left me with all of this stuff to deal with. He just sort of dumped it all on me to sort through, and I've put off doing a lot of it because, well, it's a painful process. Every box holds stuff I'd rather not see again, memories I'd rather not relive. It's a lot easier to live in the now, except it's getting to the point where my now is too crowded with my then, and I really do need to deal with this stuff once and for all. Which has nothing to do with my tweeting spree, except for the fact that if I can sell enough jewelry, maybe I could begin to dream of making some sort of little nest egg, and eventually be able to afford a bed. I have been sleeping on a couch for the last two years, and it is hard on my bad back. I've tried inflatable beds, but with cats, they don't last long. And it really doesn't make much sense, because these are camping beds, they are supposed to be hardy enough for the woods, but I have a feeling if one of these beds even LOOKED at a twig it would just suddenly deflate and fly away. And I keep my kitties' nails trimmed, too. There are never visible holes in these beds. But they just don't hold their air. And there's no feeling quite like going to bed on a full air mattress only to wake up the next morning on a deflated mattress, in effect, on the FLOOR. Plus, they are very hard to get out of in the morning when they do hold air. It's no fun to be reminded how old you are, that you can't get off of what is basically a mattress on the floor. Oh, the luxury of a bed to sleep in. THAT is something to really dream about, I'll tell you.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Tweeting Spree
Thank goodness when you go on a tweeting spree, no one gets hurt. I just tweeted more than I care to admit. Last night I was up until 5 am, which technically makes it not last night, I guess, listing new items on Zibbet. I'm still not happy with the quality of my photos, but they are improving, at least. I have lots more items to photograph and list, so I have plenty to keep me busy over the next week, at least. But between you and me and the entire Internet, I always have plenty to keep me busy. I have a backlog of chores and things to be doing so that there is never a moment where I should be bored. I've been living in my apartment here for a YEAR and still have boxes I have not opened. When my husband left, he left me with all of this stuff to deal with. He just sort of dumped it all on me to sort through, and I've put off doing a lot of it because, well, it's a painful process. Every box holds stuff I'd rather not see again, memories I'd rather not relive. It's a lot easier to live in the now, except it's getting to the point where my now is too crowded with my then, and I really do need to deal with this stuff once and for all. Which has nothing to do with my tweeting spree, except for the fact that if I can sell enough jewelry, maybe I could begin to dream of making some sort of little nest egg, and eventually be able to afford a bed. I have been sleeping on a couch for the last two years, and it is hard on my bad back. I've tried inflatable beds, but with cats, they don't last long. And it really doesn't make much sense, because these are camping beds, they are supposed to be hardy enough for the woods, but I have a feeling if one of these beds even LOOKED at a twig it would just suddenly deflate and fly away. And I keep my kitties' nails trimmed, too. There are never visible holes in these beds. But they just don't hold their air. And there's no feeling quite like going to bed on a full air mattress only to wake up the next morning on a deflated mattress, in effect, on the FLOOR. Plus, they are very hard to get out of in the morning when they do hold air. It's no fun to be reminded how old you are, that you can't get off of what is basically a mattress on the floor. Oh, the luxury of a bed to sleep in. THAT is something to really dream about, I'll tell you.
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