What time are you?

I have been uncommonly busy today, vacuuming and cleaning showers and toilets and mirrors and all of that shit off the floor in the playroom that's been sitting there since I took a photo of it back some time in November. I have Febrezed rugs and the couch (who I have named Keanu, as in, "I lay on Keanu and absently stroked his back while watching bearded men in jerkins on the television"), cleaned grouting, and done other mindless dull crap because tomorrow is gonna be hot hot hot and Monday is gonna be hot hot hot and I don't want to be houseworking in 35 degree heat (by the way, don't you love the word "jerkin"? It sounds a bit naughty, doesn't it).

And yes, I also took out some time to rest and relax, like I said, and went to Savers, which is like an intensive farming version of an opportunity shop, with branches in Australia, Canada and the US. It's massive. It's also much more expensive than, for example, the one St Bartholomews runs with Dulcie and Gretel behind the counter selling stuff that's a bit smelly. This one moves stock through pretty quickly, and there isn't too much crap there. Which is why I managed to spend 50 bucks there. 50 bloody bucks. That's crazy. That's eating into my "Going to Rosebank Retreat" fund right there. Shit. 50 bucks. But out of that, I got two skirts and five tops and a giant big ceramic bowl that Lester is now drinking out of (he's gone up in the world; the whole time we've been here he has been unceremoniously drinking out of a bucket. Ceramic that's cream coloured to match the benches is a much better look :) And so I'm tired now from all my gallivanting and doing so much in one day. I'm not used to this pace!

So what better thing to do but to digress and do mindless quizzes like What Time Of the Day Are You? (I was hoping it would tell me I was 11 Past 11, 'cause seriously, I notice that it's 11 past 11 WAY too many times in a week for it to be coincidence, and I have no idea why I am noticing it. I remember someone somewhere saying it was Universal Something Or Other Time, someone else on a forum said that they always stop and pray at that time.

But I like wasting all of my 11 Past 11'ses. I just notice, Oh look, it's 11 Past 11 again! and then I start singing the song called 11 Past 11 that featured in The Young Ones. And that's about it, really. Maybe one day I will stand before God and he will say, "I kept reminding you that it was 11 past 11 and you just kept blowing me off". If so, I apologise in advance, Papa. You'll have to give me a bit more of an idea what you want me to do, because I'm a bit thick, and before I know it it's 12 past 11 and I'm continuing on doing whatever I was doing at 10 past 11. So I'm sorry. But as you can see below, timetables aren't my thing.

I think I've sucked in too much vacuum cleaner dust. I'm going a bit insane. It's time for beddy byes (and anyway, Jennifer and I share the same brain frequency, and it's probably getting close to her getting up, and she's planning on cleaning her shower, and I don't want to be wasting any of the frequency rabbitting on about inconsequential shit 'cause it's past midnight and I always rave at this time of the night i think it's time to go to bed now dont you okay then goodnight or goodmorning as the case may be good afternoon and good evening while im here just to cover all bases okay i really am going away now bye)

You are late-sleepy relaxation, the half-awake moment when you realize it's morning, but you don't have to get up, because there's no place you have to be. You are that cozy spot under the covers where everything feels temporarily perfect, even if you know you'll eventually have to wiggle out and start the day. Maybe you're the artistic type, who doesn't function well on a normal schedule. Sleep's important to you, and you like the freedom of sleeping as late as you want (especially since that is closely related to the freedom to stay up as late as you want). You like to roll out of bed, put on some comfy clothes, and get a laid back start to the day. If not everything on your list gets accomplished, no worries. Your only priority is having no priorities ? you just want to take things at a slow, mellow pace.