Synchronized Chaos

The dishes have been collecting in my sink for a week now. I can smell the lingering scent of three day old spaghetti sauce and galic wifting in and out of the air through my appartment. This morning I woke up with no sense of purpose, but to go directly to the kitchen sink, fill it with hot soapy water and get started on cleaning up the mess. Almost two hours have gone by and all that I have really accomplished is probably half of the work that I need to do. I hate being a maid!

As I look around my apartment there are more "things" that need to be done. I've got a pile of clothes that needs to be washed for work next week. I have a few bags in the living room filled with things that need to go to Goodwill. And I should probably vacuume my floor sometime today. Although, I don't see where that will help anything concidering the black marks (from the parking lot outside) that are stained into it will never come up no mmatter how much elbow grease I put into it. I just don't want to do anything today.

I feel reflective, but I don't have the inspiration to write. I feel nostalgic, but I don't have the energy to look through old photographs. I feel blah, but I don't have the money to do anything about it. Maybe I should do my dishes, go down to my apartment managers office and pay my rent and maybe plan on what I am going to make for dinner tonight. Lord knows....none of it is going to do itself.