I’m not a perfectionist I swear! Is it too much to want things organized so I can find what I need and finish projects faster.
Me: I’m going to start working on a new episode.
My Mind: Let’s stay in bed till it stops raining.
Plays around till 12:30 then finally get out of bed to find nourishment and to work.
Starts working on next episode.
My Mind: Let’s take a nap till the sun comes out.
5pm I wake up.
I have come to realize that I am more productive when there are more people around to work with. At first I thought it was because I was too lazy to do anything by myself but I know that’s not true- I can get very manic at times. For the everyday moments I need help getting out of my head- without someone to distract me I tend to get absorbed it whatever my mind is currently rambling through.
Housekeeper willing to clean up after 4 dogs, a zombie, a lazy artist and workaholic.
The zombie is allergic to all chemicals and two of the dogs are afraid of vacuums. The workaholic only comes home to eat and the artist stays behind a screen most of the time.
This sounds like a good story premise. lol
A zombie is complaining to a skeleton – no wait – that is just my body. Evidently if I’m inactive for less than five minutes my body decides to seize up. Getting old rocks- not!
I am not one to cuss – I can express myself quite plainly without the exploitives but there are occasions when my emotions and mental state get so messed up that they come out.
Let’s just say that the Navy Seals would have been proud of what I was barking out today.