I just dropped a glass bowl in the frontroom, on the way to wash it up to make myself some pasta. I suppose this is at least better than having dropped it on the way back from the kitchen, full of tuna-mayo and pasta. Anyway, the downstairs of the house will be covered (again) in those little glass splinters that are too small to sweep up and yet fully long enough to draw blood. I'll have to remember to be abnormally careful this time though, as the usual reaction to standing on one is to jump and put all your weight onto the other foot while you sort out the sudden painful area, and that would be an incredibly bad thing for me to do just now.
While I was tidying up the more co-operative bits of glass, I got about halfway through mentally composing three LJ rants on the subjects of life on crutches, glass splinters, and other people cleaning your house for you... then I realised that I was composing LJ rants in my head because I was annoyed, and stopped. But I still came up here to post about dropping my bowl before I actually finished cooking my dinner. Internet addiction, one - Denny having a life, nil.
I do often feel as if events in my life haven't actually happened until I LJ them, which is probably symptomatic of something... possibly the fact that I should spend more time thinking about girls and less about computers. Anyway, I'm going to go and make my pasta now, once I find something else to put it in (I only had one bowl that big).
...no, the bit about other people cleaning was too good, I'll have to try and get some of it down now.
So what is it with that? I mean, they put everything away in the weirdest places, and I don't know about you, but I find that a lot more disruptive than having the house a bit messy. It's not that I have anything against the house being clean mind you... on the other hand, I don't care if it's not either. I don't think I actually notice my house often enough to care what state it's in... I just clean whatever bit I'm trying to put things down on / eat off of / sleep in at the time. If they could tidy up the Internet for me that would help a lot more, although they'd probably hide all the bits I like and leave the crap in full view... a bit like MSN or AOL really.
Anyway, if you tell people you'd rather they didn't clean up for you, they look at you like you've got some sort of serious emotional problem that makes you long to live in squalor. I'm sure they'd object if I tidied their house, and hid away all the shit that I wouldn't use very often. The only exception to my general other-people-tidying objection is people doing the washing up of course, which is such a loathsomely tedious activity that anyone who does it for you is automatically promoted to demi-god status. It can get tricky if they dry up and put things away in the cupboards, although most people do alright by noticing what's in there to start with. Except my dad, who puts things where they would be if it was his kitchen, on the grounds that his system is of course the only logical one and so surely I'll figure it out when I next need the item of crockery he's just secreted in the cupboard I use for cereal boxes, or some such.
Maybe I should look in the cereal cupboard for a pasta bowl.
*wanders off muttering to himself*
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