its my 'white whale'
ive had the last four days off from work due to illness. theres something about sitting around in underwear playing nintendo for four days straight. can it be so wrong when it feels so right? the only thing i missed was reading the newspaper.
it wasnt all fun & games. i dont want to give that impression. there was sleeping, coughing, mucus, and even a little blood. plus i did work on moving shit from the master bedroom into the second bedroom. my plan is to move everything from one room to the other a little every day. hopefully then ill be able to locate the source of the odor. i have a mystery smell in my bedroom. i cant be sure what it is or where its from yet but i WILL find it. one of us has to go and im not ready to leave just yet.
all this moving shit around made me realize how much crap ive surrounded myself with over the years. isnt that a mental illness? i remember seeing a TV show about people who keep all sorts if shit forever and just live in filth. the 'reporter' asked this one woman why she kept all that shit and she said 'i may need it one day'. there is some rationale to that if you disregard the fact that it was candy wrappers and empty boxes. she was hoarding trash. ive been toying with the idea of selling all (most) of shit to try to achieve a more minimalistic existence. ill probably just throw most of it out cos who would buy my junk? if i keep it ill have to live in that stank apartment forever because theres no way i can move it all. congrats if youve read this far. you must be totally bored. i almost fell asleep while i was typing it. ill try to include some celebrity sex-gossip in my next entry.
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