I feel so tired.
But a good kind of tired (I think).
The kind of tired that comes from doing all your homework and cleaning up your room.
I finally removed all the paper off the floor. No I wasn't trying to protect the surface (lol), it just ended up there...accumulating...carpeting...eventually impeding my movement...but nonetheless, it's gone.
I still have a little fixing up to do tomorrow of the little things that I couldn't decide where to put and such. Need to throw away the paper in my rubbish basket and also the two plastic bags filled with other stuff I'm throwing away.
Reading over past work and thoughts on scraps of paper is always emotionally draining for me. I find myself wishing myself back into another time, another place...and hence save the article- nomatter how trivial- which connects me to that place.
I opened up a little Blue Bear diary I have (one of those things to put addresses and have dates written in etc...) and found on one of the weekly planner pages something relatively profound I had scrawled on one of the pages a few years ago in metallic pink gel pen. Something along the lines of, "How can I plan tomorrow, when I don't even know if it exists?"
It made me kind of laugh at how much of a morbid person I was and still am...
But yeah...back to the main idea of this blog...
In conclusion, I am tired. Therefore, I am going to bed.
Goodnight *waves*.
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You cleaned!!! :o Kudos dude, kudos.
if i'd have stayed up for half an hour longer... but i went to bed earlier last night. i was about to write satay instead of stay. and i swallowed a fly yesterday. wow, tuesday was only yesterday? :I
*grins* at your morbidness. it's a really good philosophical question, one that is at the centre of your planningness. yes i just made up a word :P
To go all political for a moment, on the to town hall, we go past an old churchyard. it has a sign with social observations. going past today there was a political/religious message there. "God makes promises for eternity, not just a term."
Enough of my getting off topic here :P
I too find that sorting through stuff in my room is an emotional rollercoaster, making take longer than it should. Hence why i rarely clean my room :)
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