What I did and how I bled

First, I have to say that a new bookcase is a little like heaven to me. Oh yes, heaven. I'm soooo tempted to move it into my room and say to hell with needing space in my room. But I won't.

I moved the Sweet Valley books [and once again thought warm fuzzy happy thoughts towards cheerlessbeauty] to their new home. I still need to move the Caitlin books and add in the two SVH books I found while cleaning. I'm weird, I know. So I stopped, admired and then fought the urge to beg to go to the trade-a-book in Summerville [which is actually something else namewise, but hell if I remember] and stock up. *cough*

And then I realized I didn't want to do a damn thing after that. But I made myself grab the bags of trash and the boxes, and haul them to the trashcan where I shuddered at the bugs feasting. EW.

Again, didn't want to do a damn thing. Eventually decided to attack the area across from my bed. That took forever and involved lots of screaming [spiders! oh my god, this house is infested with spiders and I always manage to forget that.] and shuffling of stuff back and forth and back and forth. Threw out doll boxes after cutting out the important stuff [I like the toons, kay?], sorted through the nine billion other boxes until I'd thrown out most of the stuff. Oh, and also moved all the fucking tapes to my little room so I could go through them later. That really cleared out some space. I need to label them and then put them on the newly cleared off bookshelf.

... *thinks* You know, I don't think I've eaten in more than 12 hours. I don't think I've had anything since I swiped a couple of cookies a little before 7am yesterday. o_O I must be forgetting something... right?

... I know I gave up on lunch because I was too tired to make anything we had. And I slept through dinner because I didn't want burgers and fries at the time, I wanted sleep.

Luckily, not a natural occurance.

But no pictures of the room because I realized I have to figure out what to do with the little bookcase. I could stack the comic boxes up another level or two, and put the lil one next to the big bookcase, or I could put the bookcase in front of the boxes... Hrmm. Anyway, I then decided to play with my Pullips. Which messed up everything. :p

I'm off to forage for food and see how badly the Pullip pics came out.

Could someone please tell me to be very good and not buy Squall yet? Because from what I gather from sleepyRyan, he's paying his own way, which means I could afford her. But... sleep deprivation and my own inability to hear...

these songs about suicide are patronizing...

( Why settle for one noir, when three work just as well? )

to be continued.