My RDO list

[mrsbrown]

clean up my paperworkdone
sort out my finances
book community hall for kirtle makingstarted
buy woodnot needed
do woodworkdid some
meet children at school
buy fabric at IKEA - $15/m wool and $10/m Linen
buy stuff at supermarket


Diatribe no. 1 - How to fix the shed so I can use it when I want to:

Build cupboards in the boys room so that the camping gear can be stored there.
Assign permanent locations for tools and tool collections
Lose my 'naana when it gets left with tools out all over the benches instead of their assigned locations - the kitchen couldn't get left the way that shed has!


"Why"

Messes, disasters, tools
Why God, Why?
Disasters, screwdrivers, the shed
Why God, Why?

What have I done to deserve this purple horror?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of the shed
Like a tism character, I'm wordy and alone
Why God, Why?

Hammers, messes, wood
Why God, Why?
The shed, wood, tools
Why God, Why?

What have I done to deserve this purple disaster that is my life?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of the shed
Like a tism character, I'm wordy and alone
Why God, Why?

What have I done to deserve this purple misery?
Surrounded on all sides with the Hell of the shed
Like a tism character, I'm wordy and alone
Why God, Why?

Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?
Why God, Why?

you can too...

I decided to go to IKEA when the kids are here, one night this week, that way I don't have to go out today.

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[mr-bassman.livejournal.com]

"Will to Live"

I feel miserable
Cups make me ill
I feel miserable
Saucers tear at my foundations
I feel miserable
Plates are dragging me down to the depths of misery
I want to die

Is it because of dirty crockery that I feel this way?
With the orange rays of misery pounding on my brain?
Or am I lost in tale of Ron Hitler Barassi, adrift far from home
I don't think so, I don't think so.

Lisa Broke My Will to Live
Lisa Broke My Will to Live
Lisa Broke My Will to Live
I was getting better but then
Lisa Broke My Will to Live

I feel miserable
Cloths rot the flesh from my bones
I feel miserable
Breadcrumbs defeat my purpose
I feel miserable
Slops are doing their best to impale my soul
I want to die

Is it because of dirty crockery that I feel this way?
With the orange rays of misery pounding on my brain?
Am I lost in tale of Ron Hitler Barassi, adrift far from home
I don't think so, I don't think so.

Lisa Broke My Will to Live
Lisa Broke My Will to Live
Oh God, Lisa Broke My Will to Live
I was getting better but then
Lisa Broke My Will to Live