Things are a bit back to normal. A weird normal, but normal all the same.
The new carpet has been installed, and my room is put back together.In the room I grew up in. I only have two boxes left to unpack, and since one is shoes I hardly wear, and the other yarn I just like to look at, I’m in no rush to get that done. Maybe by Christmas, if I feel like it.
I had everything done by Saturday afternoon, except the papers on my desk. I hadn’t organized them when I packed them up, and so I left them in an unorganized stack sitting on top of the scanner. When I got home Sunday night from Dustin’s, I had nothing better to do, so I went through them all, and sorted them into stacks. The largest stack, by far, was the stack of paperwork to be scanned so that I could throw it away.
Perhaps I’m entirely too anal, but I feel a need to keep all my schoolwork from when I started back in school. And I have a ton of work. A large stack from a creative writing workshop, a larger stack of math homework from last semester, assignments from Astronomy when Pluto was still a planet, and of course the numerous handouts from all English classes I’ve taken.
So, instead of catching up on my reading for American Lit (after all, I’m pretty sure it’s the Puritan’, Quakers, and Founding Fathers that gave me a raging headache all week long), I wasted time, and started scanning things in again. I really would like to have my stacks tackled and removed before someone notices what I’m doing.
I mean, it’s alright to be a digital pack-rat, right? It’s already clear that I’m a physical one, as when my dad asked me why I was keeping an empty box for my printer, and the response was “I bought it at Costco and might have to return it.”
- “Slow Decay,” Dusk and Summer: Dashboard Confessional
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