Organize It!

Sometimes, I wonder what it's like to be an anal-retentive neat freak, because I will never be one. I'm a bit of a slob, to tell the truth. Granted, for months I haven't seen the days of total chaos theory exemplified by my housekeeping skills alone, but I often wonder, if I really was all into organizing my pens into color-coded boxes and labeling the opening date of my toilet paper packages (or whatever it is really organized people do with their free time) what my house would look like. Probably a little more tidy, with less bill stubs cluttering my desk.

I have always said when I got a decent paying job I would pay for a housekeeper to come and do the nasty bits of house cleaning, but I haven't gotten around to it yet (the housekeeper part, I mean). Maybe I should, but it would only be out of utter pride, and quite frankly, I don't care. Well, I do, but I'd rather save the money, and settle for my half-hour mad cleaning sprees once or twice a week.

Weekend sliding along without much comment. I have now perfected the second shift schedule, meaning I go to bed at 3 a.m., get up at 12 a.m., and boy, oh boy, am I gonna get my arse kicked in when I start working first shift again. It's gonna take me another couple of months to get used to waking up at 5:30 a.m. every morning. The move to day shift is good, though.

Still having weird dreams. Last night I dreamt I found a buried treasure on an island, and then I sailed away on a hand-built raft all Cast-Away style (sans Wilson, though) with my sack of gold coins. Half way through the dream, I suddenly ended up in a Walgreens (for some liquor, I think, because the crew and I decided we'd like to speed up our dehydration process during a cross-sea voyage on a raft made of tied-together timber) . I gave somebody a piece of gold to distract the sales-girl, Olivia D'Abo--apparently reprising her bad-girl role as Detective Goran's arch nemesis on Criminal Intent--who was on to us, and wanted to steal our gold. I don't remember what happened after that, exactly, but I think we all made it away safely, The End.

Back to work tomorow. I really, really, really really hope I don't have to float, although I signed up for extra, and it probably means I will. Damn. it.