caitri | Adaptation

So I spent most of today cleaning and attempting to redecorate to make the house look less--I don't know. It's hard to use the word "empty" when there's still most of our stuff here and all, but a lot of the things that were emphatically "Scott" are either in Atlanta or on the way there right now. So it's sort of like Cait Minus here.

And I'm readjusting to being on my own. Ish. I'm on my own schedule again. I can eat when I like and whatever I like, and if I feel like staying up late (who, me? no!) I can have as many of the lights on and play music and whatever.

And I'll be visiting him in two weeks and he'll be visiting in a month, but. It's weird. Or something.

Nonetheless. I stay up too late and get up early. I'm way more ADD than usual. The cats follow me around constantly like they think I may disappear too, or something.

I think everything will be better when I establish a real routine for myself. I've also come up with several projects to occupy myself with. For instance, I want to make a catalog of my zine collection. For one thing that'll help me for research purposes and for another it appeals to me OCD. And I have a folder of WIPs that need to be finished. (Also? Todd dared me to write a story where the boys die. Ack! I thought about it and figured I could compromise and write a story where they are members of the IRA, cos the Chris Pine pics from The Lieutenant of Inismore are epic, but he said it doesn't count unless they celebrate their love by blowing up babies, which, ew. So maybe not.) And I have a bunch of books and an innocent virgin notebook for my original fic project, and of course there's stuff I need to do for work, cos hey, can has tenure?

And I'm basically frozen in place. Sigh. It just takes time and all. But it sucks.