So I did the dishes last night. Take that. And I cleaned a little and started packing up Tim’s DVDs. Oh yes, I am on fire. Today I’m going to paint my bathroom and hopefully start on painting my bedroom, while finishing packing Tim’s movie collection. Paige is coming over tonight, and I’m sure I will rope her into doing a thing or two.
I’ve been feeling overwhelmed with the whole moving thing lately, but taking actionary steps really helps to settle my nerves. I must remember that. I also feel fortunate, just in life-in-general. Of course, there is a thing or two I’d change if it were within my power, but I feel like I’m making the most of what I have. And that’s not so bad.
I was listening to BBC News today and heard about a man who, instead of helping a dying woman on the street, peed on her. Needless to say, it made me sad. And on a lighter note (that was a really bad pun that you’ll get in a second) I read about a 900-lb man that needed cut from his house in order to receive medical attention. I’ll admit that I watched the video clip hoping to get a glimpse of the guy. I’m a horrible person. (But not as bad as that peeing guy.) My mind can’t even fathom 900 pounds of person.