cornerofmadness

I finally got around to watching Dr. WHo which I might have mention last night (read I can't remember and am too lazy to look) It wasn't bad. Not great either. Today was one of the first episode of Donna on in the morning when I first got ready. I have to admit it, I think the Adipocytes are cute. Though there was something off in that which sort of bothered me, the dismissive way Tennant mentioned Martha fancied him. Granted it was always rather one-sided but it just seemed cold. I'm learning I don't like it when he's cold (which is one of my many problems with the new Doctor). Though there was also something Martha said on her first trip in time, the worry about being of African descent and that is actually something could have a lot of story potential (though I would have gotten tired of see prejudice time and again. It's sad enough it still exists to the level it does). They never really did much with that. Has she been the only non-Caucasian companion? (barring the Asian young man with #8) I think I'd like to see another alien companion.

Was it me or was NCIS's premiere dreadfully dull?

And speaking of being a geek I wanted to read Neil Gaiman's Sandman series because they've expanded banned book week to include comic books. I thought I knew where it was. That box wasn't it. And here begins a descent into hell. I start tearing the place apart (I think I took the books back to mom's) I dig into tons of storage boxes. Nothing but books. Books. BOOKS. We make jokes about living in a library but I really do and it's not pretty. If anyone thinks I'm 'cheating' with my declutter meme it's only because they've never seen inside my place.

I should stay here all next summer and do NOTHING but clean. And get read of more books. In fact next year's reading meme isn't going to be read 50 books. It's going to be read 50 books I already OWN and get them the hell out of here.

But it goes beyond that. I found in the closet a huge plastic storage box with just a single pair of jeans (which in spite of being a 22 which I can sometimes get into and that I must have worn at some point, are SO small I was convinced they were 18s or something) and 3 pillow cases (yeah, 3 not 4, go figure). I can convert those into carry bags for groceries but wtf? I can assume that once upon a time i put in there thinking to fill it later the forgot about it for years.

I would also like to take some of the random paper shit (Cauldron looking at you) and scan it into pdfs and toss out the hard copies. I could make cleaning this place the effort of a life time at this point. If you know, cleaning didn't upset me so. I know I have people on this list for whom cleaning makes them feel good. I'm the opposite. clutter makes me feel relaxed. Clean up makes me crazy. But there is a limit to the clutter and I'm WAY beyond it. And of course my arm hurts now from digging and lifting (and coming to the conclusion that I can read enough from the Amazon preview of the bound book. I was going to read the one lonely Hellblazer I found in another box but frankly it's a ton of f-bombs that I don't feel like reading in front of students)

And then Kanda got up behind me and I stepped back going what's this round thing under my foot (tail? limb?) He screamed and jerked. I screamed and flailed and then caught myself with my bad arm. Holy fucking hell does it hurt now.

Saw the endocrinologist who is as mystified as I am for why my sugar was fine at home and fucked up now. He put me on that new pill Innvokana. Here's hoping a) I can get it without my insurance being a dick b) that I don't pee myself in class because of these elongated class times and this pills method of action. i.e. PEE!

declutter day 259 item tossed- Yoga vhs why kept-For exercise why tossed -Replaced as dvd