Yesterday I built a bookcase, and today I moved it into my room and squished all my books onto it, fixed my mirror to the back of my door, put more clothes away, and moved a side table into my room for all my make-uppy lady things. Yesterday I spoke on the phone for like three hours with my mum, and had couscous with stir fried veggies for dinner. Today I had pasta with broccoli and cheese sauce, and I just went out to buy toilet paper and teabags. I’ve cleaned the bathroom, done the washing up, and now I’m going to shower, and put all my bedding in the washing machine. Then tonight I’m going to carve pumpkins with my friends. Today I nearly finished To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf, and tonight I’m going to finish it, and read Tennyson’s In Memorium. I am successfully creating the illusion of being a functional human being!
Tomorrow I’m going to get a desk and underbed storage for my room, and perhaps a lamp, and some fairylights, and some stationary, and then I’m going to craft a beautiful den of happiness and never leave :D