Last night, between drawing panels of this, I'd get up randomly and clean out kitchen cabinets, one of my Fibber McGee Closets (which no longer deserves the name -- just one left), and my office-slash-sewing-room-slash-guest-room. I do not know why I did this, or why the clutter in such places just now bothered me. But I can tell you a few things:
1. I can actually find toilet paper when I need it now;
(Sadly, not all of it is as good as the stuff I get now, but I refuse to throw out even half-decent tea, so I'll have to either give it away or use it up. And then fill it up again with The Good Stuff.)
If this whole thing of me wanting a clean flat doesn't stop soon, who knows what I'll straighten up next ... my bar? My DVD shelf (which should be plural at this point)? My ... my ... bedroom?
Dear God, I'm afraid. I'm so, so afraid.
If you have been, there it was!
'I think the moral of the story is that if you're kind, gentle and pious, they'll kill your dog.' by Kara
Thursday, September 4, 2008 at 9:09 AM
I've been on a cleaning spree lately, and I don't like it.
2. I actually have hot chocolate;
3. Having established an official 'tea cupboard,' I have more tea than even I thought I had.