I'm finding that the whole- writing everyday thing is getting ridiculous. I mean, I suppose if I didn't have a regular job and had a lot of time to myself, it would be an easy goal to accomplish, but I do have a regular job. I'm also spending my entire day out of the house too. I'm not trying to make excuses, I'm just saying it's getting to be too much, and it's not like I'm producing gold within every entry. I mean, the last one I wrote half asleep... what was that one even about?
ANYWAY
I switched rooms in my parent's house. I was sharing a room with my younger brother who is home from college. Now, my other brother is home to visit and it just makes more sense for the boys to share a room. I'm in what's supposed to be the den, the office, what have you- is where I sleep now. I have an air mattress and a lot of crap around me. Granted majority of that crap is mine, all in boxes from moving, but still.
Sorry the picture's so dark... there's one light- on the desk. The ceiling light... well there's the wiring for the ceiling light, but that's all.
Also you can see in the picture that the blinds are closed, which wasn't the case when I started sleeping here. They were pulled up and it wasn't something I noticed getting home from work at 2am. I did notice that it was pulled up AND that people walking down the street can see into the room the next morning, as I was getting dressed. I don't know if the guy walking down the street saw me half naked, but I guess good for him if he did. He was a grown man, if he hadn't seen tits by now, then I just did him a favor.
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