I have wiped away giant rivers of ants from 3 places in the house just now, and 2 this morning. I spray them ruthlessly with windex-type stuff or with the nastiest possible ant poison. Borax sort of works but they just find the one spot you ahve not boraxed and they go there. fuckers.
cleanup after everyone last night. dishes. laundry. dinner. more laundry. I cleaned Moomin's room just now while sort of pretending to play with him, but he had my number. Ants on top of this, I can't take!
I recall times when I just neutrally coexisted with rivers of ants. As long as they didn't crawl on me, they weren't hurting anything. Now I am personally offended by them. Oh rainy season, please be over soon!
On the subject of bitching about housework: I am also through with feeling bad about bitching about housework. It's not so bad, I hope. Other people complain minorly about their jobs, right? About their commutes or something annoying that keeps happening. So what is the big deal about housewives and moms bitching about their jobs? Why is it such a big joke, and not to be done? (Yes, as a stoic philosopher, I should not bitch about anything. I know.)
I think by 9 when Moomin is in bed i am going to be exhausted. maybe just some catchup reading for class and no real creative homework...
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on the other hand everything is very cosy tonight, and i like it all being clean. but yeah i am going to bed as soon as I can. flannel. curling up. book and pen.
housework: sysephean.
Posted by: Jo | January 31, 2005 at 06:48 AM
i had weird nightmares all night about an evil supervillain with loads of henchmen chasing me down and blowing things up all around me. Other people died, but I escaped every time. A stranger would come up to me and chat and then he'd hold up some overly personal part of my life, like the yo-yo that I got in 4th grade, or the book I was reading last night and had left on my bedside table, and he'd smile an evil smile. Then I'd know they were still after me. A little later the train would blow up or a missile would come screaming out of the sky.
I woke up with something almost prayerlike that I will get to live out my lifetime without war or poverty making everything chaos. That torturers and vigilante death squads won't ever shoot me or people I know and that like, europe won't start bombing the crap out of us or anything. Or simply that I not ever go to jail. I thought about my parents' lifetimes and hoped at least they get to not suffer... oh, what a mood...
Posted by: badgerbag | January 31, 2005 at 08:37 AM
or do you spell that sisyphus? Dag.
Posted by: Jo | January 31, 2005 at 08:46 AM
yeah. sisyphean.
Posted by: badgerbag | January 31, 2005 at 11:45 AM