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June 21, 2010 Progress Notes:
"The Closet Monster"
Words today: 400.
Words total: 12,300.
Reason for stopping: This is like giving birth to a nail-studded tetanus porcupine. And my back hurts and I need a hot bath before bed so it doesn't cramp up like whoa later.
Books in progress: Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote; John M. Ford, Web of Angels.
The glamour: Today, mild: accomplished some decluttering through various avenues, including giving away my Episode I toy lightsabers through Freecycle. Which feels like...a statement of identity, in some ways; of some things I am leaving behind. But there's no closet space at the new place, and so they have to go.
Somewhat low-energy today: I think I'm still coming off all the running around this weekend. This was the longest day of the year: maybe it just really felt like it this year.
Tomorrow after work is Ikea (!) and the acquisition of new lovely Swedish furniturestuffs for the new place. I will be getting at least a clothes rack, in the name of my new and modish open-concept closet design sensibility (see: we have no closets in the new place and I need to hang shit somewhere), and a nightstand. And maybe a rug. And a cute blue shower curtain. And...okay, forget it, I'm going to go a little nuts at Ikea and eat meatballs and spend imprudently. The material things go in, the material things go out.
Okay, bath. And book. And bed. So we may dream sweetly of allen keys.
"The Closet Monster"
Words today: 400.
Words total: 12,300.
Reason for stopping: This is like giving birth to a nail-studded tetanus porcupine. And my back hurts and I need a hot bath before bed so it doesn't cramp up like whoa later.
Books in progress: Miguel de Cervantes, Don Quixote; John M. Ford, Web of Angels.
The glamour: Today, mild: accomplished some decluttering through various avenues, including giving away my Episode I toy lightsabers through Freecycle. Which feels like...a statement of identity, in some ways; of some things I am leaving behind. But there's no closet space at the new place, and so they have to go.
Somewhat low-energy today: I think I'm still coming off all the running around this weekend. This was the longest day of the year: maybe it just really felt like it this year.
Tomorrow after work is Ikea (!) and the acquisition of new lovely Swedish furniturestuffs for the new place. I will be getting at least a clothes rack, in the name of my new and modish open-concept closet design sensibility (see: we have no closets in the new place and I need to hang shit somewhere), and a nightstand. And maybe a rug. And a cute blue shower curtain. And...okay, forget it, I'm going to go a little nuts at Ikea and eat meatballs and spend imprudently. The material things go in, the material things go out.
Okay, bath. And book. And bed. So we may dream sweetly of allen keys.
