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May. 14th, 2002 07:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeA mad, manic cleaning binge just happened. Right as my brother was putting dinner on the table. I couldn't help it. I HAD to be moving. I couldn't sit down and my hands were shaking. They still are.
It's cool that I choose to clean when I get like this, but sometimes it's so goddamn inconvient.
Looking at the box of things that I brought home from the office the day I got laid off. I've no idea where I can put any of this. Like my three Living Dead Dolls and their coffins. I don't have anywhere to keep them, safe from harm and cats-knocking-them-over.
I've also got to sort through the things that I brought home from my father's house, for selling of on eBay. Maybe I'll do that when Buffy comes on. New episode tonight. Yay!
It's cool that I choose to clean when I get like this, but sometimes it's so goddamn inconvient.
Looking at the box of things that I brought home from the office the day I got laid off. I've no idea where I can put any of this. Like my three Living Dead Dolls and their coffins. I don't have anywhere to keep them, safe from harm and cats-knocking-them-over.
I've also got to sort through the things that I brought home from my father's house, for selling of on eBay. Maybe I'll do that when Buffy comes on. New episode tonight. Yay!