Nat (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} maemime) wrote,@ 2008-01-11 14:47:00 |
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thoughts
our second annual "housewarming party" is tomorrow and i'm pretty nervous about a number of things. we won't finish cleaning on time. the food will turn out to be horrible. the L train stops running and i get stuck at my rehearsal in Williamsburg hours before the party (gah!). no one shows up. way too many people show up. way too many people show up and the floor of our apartment collapses into the apartment below and i'm pretty sure that counts as "renter negligence," which is discussed at such length in our lease.
anyway, all pretty unfounded and/or ridiculous fears, but i always, always, get really nervous before hosting anything. last year's housewarming was "officially" scheduled to start at the dumb hour of 7pm, and when no one was there by 8pm i was all ready to freak out and start calling people, hyperventelating, or drinking heavily (or all of the above), because: all the preparations and cleaning and worrying and now no one's even here!! except by 10 pm about 40 people were in our apartment, effectively doubling my estimate of how many people it could hold. also, proving (for the umpteenth time) that i should just chill the fuck out.
so yes. i'm sure i don't need to worry or freak out or have 17 nightmares every night detailing all the possiblities of house party hell, but there's really nothing i can do. except distract myself.
which i've been doing at work by reading pamie.com. i first started reading it to follow the WGA strike, but now i've delved deep into the archives (um..1998, to be exact) and i can't stop reading. which is kind of bad, because i should really be entering the huge piles of data i have on my desk. so i've made a deal with myself. in order to finish in the 3 weeks i have left, I need to do about 8 records per hour. as long as I do those, I can spend the rest of the hour doing anything i want (which used to mean playing 28 simultaneous games of scrabulous, but now is mostly me retroactively stalking someone through their blog archives.)
in four weeks i will be in israel, then germany, then minsk. i think a month away from daily facebook reloads, gchat, and television recaps might help me regrow enough brain cells to someday lead a healthy and productive life. except...do brain cells regenerate? i guess i'll go check wikipedia...
our second annual "housewarming party" is tomorrow and i'm pretty nervous about a number of things. we won't finish cleaning on time. the food will turn out to be horrible. the L train stops running and i get stuck at my rehearsal in Williamsburg hours before the party (gah!). no one shows up. way too many people show up. way too many people show up and the floor of our apartment collapses into the apartment below and i'm pretty sure that counts as "renter negligence," which is discussed at such length in our lease.
anyway, all pretty unfounded and/or ridiculous fears, but i always, always, get really nervous before hosting anything. last year's housewarming was "officially" scheduled to start at the dumb hour of 7pm, and when no one was there by 8pm i was all ready to freak out and start calling people, hyperventelating, or drinking heavily (or all of the above), because: all the preparations and cleaning and worrying and now no one's even here!! except by 10 pm about 40 people were in our apartment, effectively doubling my estimate of how many people it could hold. also, proving (for the umpteenth time) that i should just chill the fuck out.
so yes. i'm sure i don't need to worry or freak out or have 17 nightmares every night detailing all the possiblities of house party hell, but there's really nothing i can do. except distract myself.
which i've been doing at work by reading pamie.com. i first started reading it to follow the WGA strike, but now i've delved deep into the archives (um..1998, to be exact) and i can't stop reading. which is kind of bad, because i should really be entering the huge piles of data i have on my desk. so i've made a deal with myself. in order to finish in the 3 weeks i have left, I need to do about 8 records per hour. as long as I do those, I can spend the rest of the hour doing anything i want (which used to mean playing 28 simultaneous games of scrabulous, but now is mostly me retroactively stalking someone through their blog archives.)
in four weeks i will be in israel, then germany, then minsk. i think a month away from daily facebook reloads, gchat, and television recaps might help me regrow enough brain cells to someday lead a healthy and productive life. except...do brain cells regenerate? i guess i'll go check wikipedia...
