Sitting in wrecked room. Furniture in weird places, dragged over to reveal thick layer of solidified dust, I kid you not. Peeling stuff off walls. I want a new bed. Or a new mattress, really. I have slept on this since I was eight. Really, reached the end of lifespan. Fuck so many things to sort and file and what-not. It's too hot for this nonsense.
Desk is now facing window. Temp measure so I could get at the nasty festering under-bed. And because I was bored. Rather fond of it, actually. It'll be terrible during afternoons, though, with the sun straight in my face and bleaching everything here white. Bed is also in middle of floor. It is now a creaky mattress-y island of delight. I shall name it something appropriate, like Pudding Island. Though I do not like the idea of sleeping in pudding. Oh, oh did you think I was moving furniture all this while? No, I just got back from watching TV. Feel like a giant stepped on my head. Still too hot for this.
Room is still wrecked. Where are all the cardboard boxes in this house? About to throw out substantial piece of furniture. But, quickly, mosaic time!
Thinking: Purple wall with white shelving.
Or: White wall with black shelving, with tree outlines in black.
Also: painting window grills some silly colour, like pink, and adding moulding, window boxes. Harsh sun, though.
But First: Everything to be packed into boxes.
You Lot: Thoughts?