Changing my habits...

Many things have happened, but I'm only going to talk about a few of them. And post this picture of the sunset from the other day:

May 14, 2012:

PREDICTABLY, I talked to my psychologist about my inability to work with noise in the background, thus structuring my life around opportunity. Of course I cannot force myself to keep going without beating myself up, but what I can do is calmly sit for two minutes while doing nothing, thus at least keeping myself in the room. This should open up some new doors.
` I sure can't wait to get these two roommates out. I came home to one of my drunk roommate's friend's car in the driveway, and them playing music below my office, which I can only block by closing the door of my office and bedroom and going out into the living room.
` I had just bought some groceries and was sharing some cookies with Lou Ryan and Brianade, and didn't bother putting the package back in the cupboard until half an hour later, and by then there was no need, as all the cookies had been eaten.
` Apparently, the drunk roommate thinks that when I leave a partly-eaten pack of cookies on the counter, that the rest of the cookies are for him and his friends. Should I talk to him about it? Since he's on his way out and threatened to call the cops on Lou for wanting him to stop blasting his music at 4:30 in the morning, maybe I won't bother.

When I came back from the gym, the same car was still there. Also, according to Brianade, there has been sex going on in this roommate's room. Heterosexual sex. This is especially horrifying to him, so he just turned his porn up.

May 15, 2012:

It's another lovely day -- at least, outside. The alcoholic roommate has been up all night, apparently doing meth, his friends are still over, and has drank the rest of Brianade's vodka and left the empty bottle in the freezer.
` I am determined to finish the next mad science article -- the one before one I was going to ARRRGH THE LAWNMOWER!!!
` I'm crammed on the bed in my bedroom, and of course someone is mowing their lawn. That's because the drunk roommate is playing music and the crazy roommate is watching TV downstairs. I was in the living room with my computer, doing breathing exercises, but they didn't help because the TV was going and I didn't even notice! (Re: last post about my ability to be distracted by things I'm not aware of.)
` Okay, nobody's watching TV now, so I'm downstairs, away from the lawnmower noise.

And that's when I was finally able to work on the Creationist post and finish it. But that wasn't until the DAY AFTER our next meeting, but I don't really feel like writing about it much. It began with me getting lost for 45 minutes because I forgot the exit number and wound up needing some damn alcohol.

 

I'm not even going to bother writing about it, because I don't feel like it, but it was funny. Case always finds funny stuff.

 

There were even some plays, the first one featuring unicorns, who were trying to figure out how to get to Noah:

  

They missed the boat. Later on, we had some guru trying to get some guy to become one with a dead fish:

 

Yet later, we learn that there may be aliens running Mac-Donald's!

  

And then cake! Happy fake surprise birthday!!

  

 It was only until after that night that I managed to finish the damn creationist post. I was so tired that I didn't realize until later how shitty it actually was.

  

And then I had to get up and wash all the dishes...

I was fairly busy all day, but at least we have some interesting sunsets around here!

 

Then later, the drunk roommate was all uppity and insisted that he should be able to blast his music at night because he doesn't get to have sex. (But his meth friends do!) Well, go cry me a river! Maybe if he weren't sober only 1% of the time, he might have a chance with someone!
` Come to think of it, just today, Lou heard him talking to himself in the shower about how he couldn't help himself with the meth. Sucks to be him. Luckily, I think he's been laying off and is only taking the intoxicants given to him by his dad. Yes, really.

Also, today, the other roommate, who doesn't seem to be talking to himself in the shower anymore, probably because he's read one of my posts which mentions this, put together this coffee table that he found in a free pile. [Edit: actually, he's continuing to do so, so maybe not.]
` It's nice! I later cried and drank tiny candy bottles of booze on it because I've had a hard day. Not only did I miss the eclipse because it was rainy today -- after all this sun we've been having! -- but something terrible has happened to me, something which has never happened before.
` I was an ass on Facebook and someone un-friended me! And it was someone I really like, so I'm upset at myself. Again, there are some habits that need to be changed. But that's another story.



Anyway, there's a space under here because this window won't scroll all the way down to the bottom, and so I don't know when to cut the post off, but anyway, that's all for now. Ciao!
[Edit: Not anymore! Yay!]