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Tablesaw Tablesawsen ([personal profile] tablesaw) wrote2003-03-24 12:02

Cleaning.

I've been threatening to clean for weeks now, but haven't done so. A lot of that has been the show eating up lots of my time. Further, it greatly diminished the time I spend at home three days a week, making it easier to deal with the mess. But for the past few weekends, I've had something keeping me at the computer. And her name is Wendy.

(Well, actually, it's not. But come on! This is a public web journal, I'm not going to give your her real name!)

Wendy lives a bit far away, but thankfully not far enough that we can't meet with a modicum of planning. In fact, we did so last week. And it was very wonderful. Before that, though, we would chat for hours, getting the courage do meet for real. And so I'd end up frittering away my days instead of cleaning.

Well, Wendy has a job that prevents her from IMing at three in the morning, which means that I have time to clean. Which I did today. Started, at least. After some lazy time, I cleaned up my entire living room; I'm going to deal with my bedroom tonight. It was important to do so because tonight I'm going to be getting an actual sofa! Now I have two soft pieces of furniture on which to lounge!

I'm not sure when [livejournal.com profile] wjukknibs will be over, so I'd better get to bed early (which is to say, now). Good night.

I wonder...

[identity profile] duchez.livejournal.com 2003-03-24 12:52 (UTC)(link)
I have images of PeterPan and Wendy now...did you sneak in to her bedroom one night looking for your shadow? Is that how you two met? (done being silly now)