Dear fuck. This was more arduous than I thought it would be. Two Billy IKEA shelves being dragged out (HAIL TO THE TYGERZ*), un-filling them beforehand and then filling them up again according to the place that they ended up in. I really thought that would be easy, but alas. It wasn't. I am still having difficulties with my pulse. And didn't help with the Hungry either.
At least my office is now cleaned up. Before I did that mad dragging-shit-around thing, all of my non-filed articles, university notes and 'general notes' were lying on the ground, waiting to be filed away.
So, after tonight's filing excess, I have three more article folders (nos. 08-10), plus one "general cuneiform (of which I have hardly any clue what the texts are)"-stack, plus one "cuneiform plus transliterations and translations that I can't add to one of the university folders"-stack, plus one "articles that are not entirely there"-stack and a "fully xeroxed books that need to be bound"-stack. Not to mention the "these are books that I tried to xerox but failed to complete"-stack. And the "random notes and things"-stack.
Fuck me, I am feeling like a corpse.
But now everything has its place. Well, not everything; I still need to fill up Billy shelf no. 09 in the living room, which I wanted to do after placing the shelves. But, alas, I am too tired and fucked up to do that right now - hence my sitting here and melting into the wonderchair.
I kinda want to sleep, but I am way too hyper to do that.
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I finished getting my office library done, though. And I am definitely missing at least one box of books. This also makes it kinda impossible to sleep - I want to know where my books are. I suspect they are at Snorre's place. I want my books back.
Other than that - I have been in a thoroughly disgusted mood. The "good friend" I referred to repeatedly, who helped me with being able to live here after my flight from the horrifying island of death and doom, has turned out to be the exact same kind of disgusting weirdo that he was the first time I stopped talking to him.
Imagine:
Someone follows you around like a dog, grins at you**, plays love songs whilst you're sitting next to him in his car and have to endure it (you asking to change the music does nothing), follows you around like a dog (into your bedroom, even though it should be pretty obvious that bedrooms are not a place you follow people into without them asking you to do so), grinning at you like a Crossed (for some odd reason, he is aware of the fact that 'human smiles', being "show your teeth", are not a natural sign of being friendly and complains about it, but nonetheless does it towards me)... I could go on.
Considering the fact that about three years ago I had to stop talking to him and had to stop having any kind of contact with him because he sent me a four DIN-A4 pages long love letter that was just sick and disgusting***, this behaviour doesn't really help. I hoped that him having a girlfriend would help - but no. He is lying to her about his feelings for her, he is being a disgusting piece of shit towards me (grinning and smiling and following me around, doing odd things based on the words I say - it is creepy as fuck), and obviously didn't learn a single fucking thing from me deciding not to talk to him anymore after his love-letter-madness years ago.
Someone follows you around like a dog, grins at you**, plays love songs whilst you're sitting next to him in his car and have to endure it (you asking to change the music does nothing), follows you around like a dog (into your bedroom, even though it should be pretty obvious that bedrooms are not a place you follow people into without them asking you to do so), grinning at you like a Crossed (for some odd reason, he is aware of the fact that 'human smiles', being "show your teeth", are not a natural sign of being friendly and complains about it, but nonetheless does it towards me)... I could go on.
Considering the fact that about three years ago I had to stop talking to him and had to stop having any kind of contact with him because he sent me a four DIN-A4 pages long love letter that was just sick and disgusting***, this behaviour doesn't really help. I hoped that him having a girlfriend would help - but no. He is lying to her about his feelings for her, he is being a disgusting piece of shit towards me (grinning and smiling and following me around, doing odd things based on the words I say - it is creepy as fuck), and obviously didn't learn a single fucking thing from me deciding not to talk to him anymore after his love-letter-madness years ago.
I am really sorry for his girlfriend - he clearly hasn't talked to her about all of this. Whilst I am not someone who cares about the relationships people have (I couldn't care less, honestly), I find it deeply disturbing that said guy is a) messing up the girl he is with, b) annoying the ever loving shit out of me. Mostly b). *shivers in disgust*
I did tell him, explaining why I stopped talking to him back then, that there is nothing as effective getting me to run away screaming inside from someone than being sent love-letters or being faced with minion-behaviour. But apparently I was not effective enough in telling him that. Ewgh. Disgusting on so many levels. So now I kinda have to think about how to deal with this shit - AGAIN.
Let's see how things work out. I am going to put books into the shelf that is now in the living room.
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