It's not that I feel particularly
productive
I did 4 loads of
laundry today, and got completely caught up on it for the first time in months.
I
cleaned my room for the first time in months too.
My personal
living space is looking rather well, but the rest of the house is still plagued by a rather perplexing
problem:
We have more stuff than we have places to put stuff.
Hmm...reminds me of the
George Carlin bit.
The house is perpetually in
disarray. Piles of things move from one location to another, and never find a permanent home. Three men live here who have
conflicting schedules, conflicting [taste|tastes} in food, different ideas on
decorating and
organizing their belongings, and other small inconsistencies. We all
get along great, but there is a constant underlying
tension caused by the fact that underneath this friendly
relationship, we're all
eating at each other. Or maybe
we're trying to bury each other in our own refuse. Or maybe both. We consume and shit each other out on top of each other all at once.
I need to
get out of here. I need to be in a place where I am not subjected to the constant
invasion of other people's
things.
I don't want to live with other men again.