Disorganised Today - Datorganised Tomorrow

back on my bullshit

It's school time again and Mayhem is entering his last term. Hopefully he's still looking for part-time work to help fill the family coffers.

It's not his fault that the job market is so scarce. Late stage capitalism sucks major balls. Content creation for pennies on the hour might be all that he has, poor dear.

It's a Cleaning Day, and a Patreon Day, and I'm trying to do all my other nonsense... so yeah. Busy 'Nutter.

I'm going to firkin make myself do some editing on Inter-Mission today if it's the absolute last thing I do. It needs to be done. Same with recording for the next batch of editing.

...like unto the butcher who fell backwards into the grinder... I'm all behind in my work.

Brat run soon. Assuming Mayhem is ready for the run.

Tomorrow, at one in the firkin morning, Toasty is doing an art livestream. This is interesting for me because I'm going to be USELESS on Monday. Which, I might add, is also a grand unfuckening because the cleaners took a holiday this week.

I did initially try to keep the household organised, but the usual entropy has asserted itself because I went down with the lurgi.

Ugh.

It's going to cost me $300 next week and I am not sure whether or

My Friendo's funeral is happening soon. Not too soon, just... soon. There's probably going to be three days of radio silence or a reasonable impersonation thereof. Frankly, I'll count myself lucky if I can keep the Instants going out.

So much to do in-between.

My car is having coolant issues, so I have to do something about that. The Doctor's office gave me the number for Q-Tax, and I have to do something about that... I have to pack...

At least now,

Chaos starts swimming lessons, this week. I'm 1000% for. Anything that could plausibly save my little darlings' lives gets my vote. Since the lessons happen on Wednesday, that's moved up her tuck shop day to Tuesday.

That's happening this week.

The TangleBag(tm) now has starter walls. It's quicker to do the walls than it is to do the base because trebles are no longer involved. I've gone through three circuits since yesterday and it's starting to look like a wibbly wobbly

I got a lot to do, of course. Another unfuckening of the house. Another Instant. Another 500 words. Another TAZ flash fanfiction.

Maybe I really am writing like I'm running out of time. Given the way the world is increasingly funked up, headed for assorted disasters - do you blame me?

I only have this life and I'm past my family average halfway point. Barring accidents and whatnot, I have my own lifetime left. Less than that.

If nothing else, I should

I give myself too many projects when I'm bored. Then I run out of time to do them because I overcommit to things. Then I burn out and get depressed and don't do any firkin thing.

It's a cycle. I'm trying not to ride it downhill this time around.

HAM only works when you have uninterrupted half-hours to do things. It's great for my day structure when there is no structure. When I gotta organise myself around other shit... it's not so

Mayhem went back to sleep three times this morning. He's going to need an early night tonight or he won't be prepared for school tomorrow.

Lad's in for some interesting times.

Meanwhile, Chaos is raring to go. I last saw her in her uniform and last heard her doing a giggle run up and down the hallway. She's all ready, already. Hooray. It's my dear darling Eldest who has to take a dose of personal responsibility.

He's going to get a lecture.

I got myself a long day tomorrow and I can't let most of it get absorbed in YouTube or any such nonse so for today:

1) Do the bloggity stuff for today
2) Do the Instant for this morning and all that associated nonsense
3) Pop out and pick up some sugarfree Fishermans' Friends so I'm completely prepped for a long-arse drive
4) Write tomorrow's Instant
5) Pack somewhere between 3 and 4
6) THEN worry about the rest of my day.