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storage


few weeks ago, I went to, Dawn in my home, books in my library that I left there on deposit. My mother took the opportunity to pass me by most of the 15 jars of jam, a big shoe box full of old papers, saying "Hey, that's you, leave them lying around here since I do not know how long, I never want to see." I complied, partly because my parents still have kindly kept my library for five months, partly because I'm a big consumer of jam, and finally because when she talks like that, do not pick her up.
arrived home, I put the box in a corner, she had gone to stay there again for quite some time.
And I do not know, a desire for storage, a desire for change, a desire to jump off the bottom of this stupid computer, a desire to do something that I do long history of being happy for once in my day, I decided to roll up their sleeves, open the box and sort the damn papers lying around there since ... uh ... the high school, slightly more than ten years.
I found two things: a lighter, remember when I was smoking, and eye, remember when I had round glasses and ugly. Hop trash.
The rest was all a jumble of papers accumulated primarily by too lazy to tidy up, I have on the kitchen table stored in three piles: trash, not trash, and I do not know yet. It included bank statements, time sheets and statements of mutual tricks that are intended only to be discarded as soon as possible by sane people. Hop trash. There were postcards obviously enjoyable holiday. Hop trash too.
The most interesting in there were the letters. There were two dozen of my second year until my early grades. So with tears in his eyes that I started visiting my "personal museum" *. Letters people that I totally forgot about that and came back to me in memory (or not, there are two or three that I'm unable to remember), letters of ex that I had not forgotten (yes, do not mess about, I have not had fifty anyway), and letters from myself to myself (we are happy philosopher at this age, a bit romantic and clearly concon.)
In opening the box, I thought it was going to celebrate for at least two hours to read all that. It amused me five minutes and a half after it became totally boring. Imagine forty persons you send a letter at the same time, talking about things more or less trivial that happened ten years ago, I swear that you will be unable to send them at once.
So I packed up, and I stored it in a cardboard bottom to the basement, awaiting the day when I get to be nostalgic.


* The term is not mine, it is Lewis Trondheim


PS: Tonight is election night. The left has apparently won. Yippee, it's party time, it makes me a beautiful leg than the last time they won and where it has changed my life and those of my fellow citizens (to regional I think). I do not even know why I still listen to the election night. Maybe because it's an opportunity to clean the kitchen ...

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Procrastination


I have quite a job ahead of me, and a job that does amuse myself, but then not at all. Sometimes preparation can make a job is hard enough but there is a certain intellectual satisfaction. But here, nothing. It's just hard to do. You just say to go, get caught by the hand, think of the satisfaction you will when it's over, do not think that really what life cunt sit at the computer and work.
But now, it's been two weeks since I reject, I booked this Sunday afternoon for the work especially math, you'll have to go now. But the human brain is fantastic, it is capable of boundless imagination to avoid getting started.
I will not inventory strategies of the past fortnight to push, just from today:
- to sleep late.
- go to the market (it had to go, the market is only on Sundays, otherwise we will not have fresh vegetables this week, students should take note of drama.)
- to vote in municipal elections (where it's still my civic duty.)
- to vote in cantonal (here I do not know exactly what it is not, nor what these elected representatives of the township, but it is certainly my duty as a citizen. )
- go vote at noon (that's where there's more people. I do not know why the people go there just before the meal, this would require a serious sociological study, I'm sure it has to do with the meal.)
- Getting to eat something that cooks for a long time, and take appetizer, entree, cheese, two desserts, coffee. Unable to work right after that.
- Doing the dishes right after dinner, and account at the same time that the apartment is dirty and must of course clean everything is really urgent and it can wait one more day (there are even times when I decide to do the windows, but there must be a margin. I mean, should not have to make his work the next morning, because when you rub it realizes it is being deceived, and that all this is just an excuse to push.)
- Experience the urgent need to take stock of its car insurance.
- Play Loituma .
- Write a post on my blog so it's something that I did not made for at least 2 months (this, I apologize flatly. In my defense, I have lots of work, I have more that I reject, and two I did not great shape and no desire to bother with the worries uninteresting (the?) player (s) that happen here again.)