I’m having one of those icky bewildered days, the kind where I want to do something, but I either can’t figure out what that Something might be, or I sit and look at the Something (ie my uncleaned apartment, my unplayed guitar, my uncooked supper) and can’t get up enough freaking energy to fucking Do It, Already.

Gah.

I made a few half-hearted attempts at cleaning up the living room.. and I got a start on the new brown corduroy purse I am making out of a cheap pair of pants.. but I couldn’t finish the purse because it got too late to run the sewing machine in the building (imagine, consideration for your neighbours! I should say fuck ‘em, but I just can’t), and the apartment is just so damn full of STUFF it’s really hard to know where to begin.

I want a new place; I want to find a bigger place and move in with Kev, I want the motivation to get rid of all of this bloody stuff, and I want it freaking now.