I don't know how this happens.
It's 9 p.m., and then it's 3 a.m.
It always happens and I don't know how.
I dragged my desk over to the other side of the room and it's out toward the center of the room, facing the wall to the side of the door. My rocking chair is over in the corner where it used to be.
I contemplated spinning my library but like that the sections are clear.
Because I have two dressers, one that isn't truly needed, I don't know where to put my altar. It is in the center of the room. I have a huge pile of "Give Away / Give Back" stuff. I have the pile of crap where my bed USED to be that takes up a huge corner of my room. I have the pile of stuff that is my bed pre-unrolling.
I could squeeze in a bed.
I should stay up a bit more and clean.
I'm meeting Gar tomorrow at 'round half three. Movies and cookies at her place. It sounds wonderful.
I've been reading through old livejournal entries. I made it up to August. They're tough to read. I wasn't happy. The job down the road really did make me completely miserable. I think that was the most depressed I've been in my life, through bullying and hip stuff and other disappointments.
Even with my fear of university work I am thankful to be beyond those days.
I grin to know that I feel more comfortable with my desk in the middle of the room because I can only see half my room, and it's comforting since I'm not used to a big room still.
Always more to do. More to plan.