and i want to cook, but how

i'm better at completing chores (including grocery shopping) when no one's to see. like an elf, even.

laundry freaks

visit the drugstore for tics and tacs and elbows, wings

do the dishes

proof the paper-so-far

replenish the cold water supply (hee)

um, empty the refridgerator of sad, wilting items (excavation may include consuming some things. may.)

vacuum

um, update the chalk board. er. i'm too far behind.

clear the pile of old materials that i have to part with (hopefully one of the great lessons from this supposed college experience will involve the ability to finally economize (?) space and memory (the same distance, thing? hm). i keep too much. no, really. you don't have to live with it. ;) someday, i'll learn to start over...).

spend some time considering how badly i want a cdw.

write letters.


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i think i've learned so far that comfortable lighting makes a big difference.

if i were really evil and more indulgent, i'd say aloud i want white christmas lights strung against the corners and walls as lighting.

i want to feel i am in a forest. colored air and lush textures. like when i sat on the floor in julia's room, eyes trailing the moving ceiling parts.

no candles allowed.