Where the hell have I been? In the kitchen and the living room trying to sort out my life.
There's the crap I didn't get to cleaning before the wedding that was stacked and shoved and hidden. There's the Honeymoon detrius, dirty clothes, clean clothes, keepsakes, pictures, and ziploc bags of personal items. There's the stuff from the wedding, the leftover bubbles, favors, programs, and of course the gifts. And there is always the stuff that doesn't care if you're married or not: dirty clothes you wore to work, dirty towels, groceries, junk mail, halloween decorations, wal mart bags, and the never ending tide of dirty dishes. So forgive me if i'm not dying to fill you all in on the wedding and honeymoon just yet. Right now i'm just dying to wake up one morning to find the Newlywed Faerie has come and sorted things into organized, clean piles. Or made it all disappear into the front yard where Pak-R can sort it out come Friday.
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I can totally sympathize. Only it is the Incredibly Messy Apartment on Liberty Street. With two twenty page articles due in a few weeks, novels to read, poetry to dissect and presentations to prepare, I was and still am greviously behind on my housework. I haven't cleaned out my bathroom in over a month. I've sacrificed a good deal to get my masters degree: an already failing relationship, time with my family, familiar surroundings, my marijuana habit. Now I can see that a hallmark of academia as well as a new marriage is living in a pigsty. Oh well. This too shall pass.
I can't wait to see you for Thanksgiving. :)
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