I’ve just slept for nearly 13 hours. And that even though I took the “non-drowsy” version of the Tylenol Cold I purchased yesterday while I shuffled my light-headed arse across campus. I swear there were a couple moments in class I had to lean on the board.
But I feel about 70% better now. Which is good, because much to do today. Mainly cleaning; my sister arrives tomorrow, for three/four days, give or take, depending on how you do the math. I haven’t seen her since Christmas, and even then she had so many obligations we didn’t get to spend nearly as much time together as I would have liked. This time it’s just me and her the whole weekend, and I’m happy about that.
So far, I’ve got tickets to the Getty Villa for Friday. And we’re going to hit the LA Times Book Fair over at UCLA on either Friday or Saturday. Whichever.
We might just decide to spent the weekend at the beach.
But in the meantime, I’ve got to tidy up my apartment. And later this afternoon I get to be all manly and bust out my tools and fix the mirror on my car. But that’s after I clean it.
I don’t know why I tend to attract clutter in my life. I’ve always wished I didn’t, but I seem to have the gene for it. Anyone with any tips on how to reduce clutter?
- So now apparently I’m sick
- How I spent my Hollywood vacation