Jelly and Karo and Booze, OH MY!
Jun. 26th, 2005 11:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Today I engaged in some grossness, also known as rinsing out some nasty crap in glass bottles. Jennifer and I went through Dad's kitchen and emptied out every open food/drink/condiment container so they could be rinsed and recycled. I swear the man had spices from the 70s, including Karo syrup and molasses in glass bottles instead of plastic. There were also several open jars of jelly, which was nasty mainly because when I finally got it to splut out of the jar, I then had to physically break it up and mash it down the drain. I think we polluted all of RI today.
We also dumped and rinsed all open bottles of liquor, which made the kitchen smell pretty disgusting by the end, let me tell you. A little Sambuca goes a long way.
We Coinstar'd Dad's penny jar and came up with $40 in pennies! Damn, that thing was freaking heavy.
Otherwise I'm having a pretty blah night. It's one of those nights where I pretty much feel like I'm wrong about everything, destined to be wrong, wrong all the time. Which then makes me second guess every thought I have. It used to sound like moving into Dad's house was the best idea because it would be a great financial steppingstone. But it would be a social nightmare. And would involve uprooting again. And starting over again. And on and on.
I just want things to be easy for about 24 hours. That would be swell.
p.s. I hate when we get home late on a Sunday because then we scramble to get everything done (like laundry and preparing for another work-week). This rushing around at 11:30pm is making my mind whirr all crazy and is going to inhibit sleep like WOAH.
We also dumped and rinsed all open bottles of liquor, which made the kitchen smell pretty disgusting by the end, let me tell you. A little Sambuca goes a long way.
We Coinstar'd Dad's penny jar and came up with $40 in pennies! Damn, that thing was freaking heavy.
Otherwise I'm having a pretty blah night. It's one of those nights where I pretty much feel like I'm wrong about everything, destined to be wrong, wrong all the time. Which then makes me second guess every thought I have. It used to sound like moving into Dad's house was the best idea because it would be a great financial steppingstone. But it would be a social nightmare. And would involve uprooting again. And starting over again. And on and on.
I just want things to be easy for about 24 hours. That would be swell.
p.s. I hate when we get home late on a Sunday because then we scramble to get everything done (like laundry and preparing for another work-week). This rushing around at 11:30pm is making my mind whirr all crazy and is going to inhibit sleep like WOAH.
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Date: 2005-06-27 03:32 am (UTC)*hugs*
My sleep is inhibited like WHOA too... want some of my Lunesta? :)
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Date: 2005-06-28 01:59 am (UTC)It IS terribly taxing. I'm just so tired of it already.
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Date: 2005-06-27 03:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-28 01:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-28 02:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-28 02:24 am (UTC)Yuck!
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Date: 2005-06-28 04:15 pm (UTC)A little Borax in the drain (about 2-3 Tbs for 15 minutes, then rinse) will help with the smell.
I'm wishing you an easier 24 hours.
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Date: 2005-07-02 01:55 am (UTC)Thanks.