How To Deal

The shopping spree I had yesterday did give my body some work-out to the point that I couldn’t even lift my legs down the stairs having slept for 7 hours already. To think that I only need 4 hours of sleep to have the energy needed to do that task. I think the fact that I had a 1/4 slab of ribs from Racks didn’t help my cause. The point is, I had to wake up early, and by early I mean 10AM, to actually execute the long-delayed excavation of an old study table from one of our storage rooms.

So I figured that given that we have 2 study tables in that storage room, I might as well take the L-shaped one even if it only has one sliding cabinet compared to the 6 ones from the rectangular one that happens to have a mini-bookshelf of its own. Knowing that I had to excavate both in order to get to the rectangular one, I took the L-shaped table instead. Easy decision. The problem was gettting the things on top of the table out of the storage room plus that very old compueter chair. So after removing all the bags, folders and just about everything on top of the table, I realized that I had to do away with all the documents and decade-old computer-related garbage. It took me an hour to get things out so that I wouldn’t bring cobwebs in the living room. Good thing I did that to the table as well. We actually had to break the table in order to get it out of the storage room. It was better to live with breaking a table and assembling it when  I had it upstairs than having destroyed the surface of the table – rendering it totally useless.

And yes, despite the fact that I did ask permission from my Mom two weeks ago, she still got mad at me for forcing the study table out of the storage room. Her reasons were that I wouldn’t need (1) a study table when studying for law, (2) she didn’t use a study table before, and (3) a bookshelf is unnecessary (to think that we have two wall-sized bookshelves inside our old room). I know for a fact that I study better on a table than on the bed – which will definitely tempt me to sleep; as well as I need a decent bookshelf in order to have order in my room. So finally, one of our helpers, Judeth carried the smaller half of the table up 3 flights of stairs. I was left with the connecting wood for the two halves, the sliding cabinet and the bigger-end of the L-shaped table. And yes, I got it up 3 flights of stairs. Good job.

Now that I am able to re-think what I did just a few hours ago, I can’t believe I had the strength to actually do what I did. And given that I really did what I did, I think I’m MACHO. Yes. MACHO.