freaky room i've been moving into my room for the past 9 years.

everything is still on the floor, in boxes or in milk crates. yes, milk crates, the plastic square kind. hey, those are kewlie. :pleased: i bought 5 for $7 each at container store last summer, and then learned that it isn't true that you'll go to jail if you just pick one up off the streets, in back of cafes, or anywhere. booie. oh wells.

anyways, everything is on the floor or in milk crates. so i moved into my own room again when i moved a 6-drawer clothes chest in there, in pieces. ikea, of course. can't afford to go anywhere else, ahahaha, and why should i. i'm not my mother, who deserves every victorian thing she owns. but my 6-drawer chest? holy mama. the thing is hella heavy. there is no room in my room to assemble it, so it'll be adventure weekend for me again.

a mad widower in california refused to stop building her house for fear that her dead husband will finally settle on her reality. she contracted workers to keep building 24 hours for decades. her house grew seven stories with gables and towers, doors that open from the floor and stairs leading nowhere, but she says it isn't done yet. one day, she died in her sleep. the workers thankfully left the house in peace.

i wonder if i'm becoming that kind of freak.   ¶ 11/18/2004 01:36:00 AM