I am in an absolutely foul mood right now.
I’m miserably hot. I’ve done the laundry, but I don’t want to move. It’s humid, and I’m sweaty. I’m PMSy like WHOAH.
I tried to clean one of the end tables upstairs, but there’s easily 50-odd years of furniture polish on them and probably 20 of cigarette smoke. The one I tried to wipe down looks terrible and feels slightly sticky, like a movie theater floor. I attempted to get the rust off of a miniature cast iron stove, and now all the pieces look slightly mismatched.
The Facebook bint who was supposed to buy the Christmas tree won’t reply to me. Two eBay auctions finished up with absolute shit finishing bids. I might score a little windfall if the doorstops sell, but I’m 99% certain that my Mammy doorstop is a fake. I’ll probably get a fraction of what the genuine article would net me.
It took all of about 5 minutes to saw through the hinges of an acrylic display case and break out the ponies it held. I took photos of those I’d like to sell, but I have no idea where to sell them to get the most money. Plus, who would want them? Ponies aren’t really a big thing anymore, and custom ponies are such a niche and personal thing it might not even be worth the trouble.
I’m reaching a point, again, where I just want to throw everything out. I told Shawshank this afternoon how I feel like I’m doing all this work and I have nothing to show for it. Really, I was hoping that I’d sell the tree and make some extra cash, look at the budget, convert some into a Flowtoys gift card and maybe I’d be able to make a dent in the cost of the poi upgrade. Unfortunately, because OH LOOK I’M THINKING POSITIVE, I got my hopes up about what the outcome would be.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to have another adult-sized toddler meltdown while I cook dinner.
