Definitely allergic to dust. No doubt about it now
So I HAVE gotten a good corner chunk of my room cleaned in the past 24 hours. Just for the record. It's not a HUGE start, but I got almost the entire area around my door done, down to the floor. So yay. It needs vacuuming, eventually.
We need better garbage bags, though. The ones we have now are just SHIT, and rip far too easily.
I'm a little zoned on a Tropical Orange Smoothie Bacardi Breezer right now (yes, my mother buys girlie drinks) and contemplating actually WORKING some more on this stupid song tribute to Hugh Laurie I started writing really drunk one night last week (I swear I actually almost never drink, it's this ROOM, see...) that I tentatively titled "I Wish Hugh Laurie Were MY Best Friend (Even Though Stephen Fry Is Awesome And No Offense To Him)."
It's set to the tune of "Sitting on a Rainbow." Roughly.
Either that, or I could work on one of two poems I have going right now.
Or start a new one about that stupid room.
Or just sit here in front of Word and pretend I actually still write poetry once in a while.
Try to look poetic. Like, I'm in that mood to look poetic.
We need better garbage bags, though. The ones we have now are just SHIT, and rip far too easily.
I'm a little zoned on a Tropical Orange Smoothie Bacardi Breezer right now (yes, my mother buys girlie drinks) and contemplating actually WORKING some more on this stupid song tribute to Hugh Laurie I started writing really drunk one night last week (I swear I actually almost never drink, it's this ROOM, see...) that I tentatively titled "I Wish Hugh Laurie Were MY Best Friend (Even Though Stephen Fry Is Awesome And No Offense To Him)."
It's set to the tune of "Sitting on a Rainbow." Roughly.
Either that, or I could work on one of two poems I have going right now.
Or start a new one about that stupid room.
Or just sit here in front of Word and pretend I actually still write poetry once in a while.
Try to look poetic. Like, I'm in that mood to look poetic.