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This is better than being offline, but not by very much. I've spent most of the summer lurking invisible on AIM and not talking to people much, but you don't necessarily need to talk to people to feel less lonely - because they're right there, a mouseclick away, any time. Now I feel cut off and miserable.
So I got off my fat white arse and cleaned.
One thing I ought to watch, living alone, frequently depressed and bone idle by inclination, is the state of unspeakable squalor I let my flat get into. I swore I wouldn't, when I moved in here, but I lied. The trouble is that I very easily just let myself not see it, or not care.
The dog and cat hair on the floor had actually felted in places - at least, in the corner where the dogs' water bowl is. It's clean now though.
The flat is still filthy and cluttered with junk and crap, but it is a bit less filthy and I feel better. I am amused by how much my cleaning upset the dogs. Spike velcroed himself to my legs and followed me round in determined "I'm a working dog and I'm helping whether you like it or not" mode. He tripped me repeatedly, scattered the sweepings pile several times and barked at the broom. Squish whined and hid. They're very relieved that I've stopped. Pity I'm going to do it again tomorrow.
So I got off my fat white arse and cleaned.
One thing I ought to watch, living alone, frequently depressed and bone idle by inclination, is the state of unspeakable squalor I let my flat get into. I swore I wouldn't, when I moved in here, but I lied. The trouble is that I very easily just let myself not see it, or not care.
The dog and cat hair on the floor had actually felted in places - at least, in the corner where the dogs' water bowl is. It's clean now though.
The flat is still filthy and cluttered with junk and crap, but it is a bit less filthy and I feel better. I am amused by how much my cleaning upset the dogs. Spike velcroed himself to my legs and followed me round in determined "I'm a working dog and I'm helping whether you like it or not" mode. He tripped me repeatedly, scattered the sweepings pile several times and barked at the broom. Squish whined and hid. They're very relieved that I've stopped. Pity I'm going to do it again tomorrow.
