To do:

This is not a to-do list, rather, it's a list of things I COULD do if my house weren't cleanliness-impaired.

- jigsaw puzzle
- super NES
- xBox, for that matter
- watch a movie/tv
- art/craft project
- start new book (might do that anyway)
- invite friends over (probably wouldn't though)

...

Torment

Torment is being terribly sick and being stuck inside a (ridiculously filthy) apartment while outside, life blooms verdant green in perfect spring weather.

Torment is having such a pigsty of an apartment. Hey, it was all fine until I had to tear it apart looking for my passport. Which was under a nintendo game cartridge. We're talking Super NES people, perfect size to hide a passport.

Torment is living this strange, liminal existence as an expat in a temporary contract job, loving the money and the travel, hating the job, loving the boyfriend, hating the distance. Do I stay? Do I pack up and face the inevitable - no career, probably uni again, no prospects?

Torment is having a backlog of photos from travels and a terminal inability to upload them to Facebook. Hyperbole? No. This could actually kill me, like if I get so frustrated I throw my laptop into kitchen sink and get electrocuted, or something.

Torment is teaching my third years. But that's a looong story.

Happy Mother's Day everybody!!!