If being online wasn’t so dangerous right now I would be talking about something here, but I can’t, so I won’t.
I’ve got a bunch of my stuff in boxes so I can rearrange things and dismantle the old, broken, bed I have in my room. The one I haven’t been able to sleep on in over a year, I think. Once that’s taken care of finally I’ll have a huge chunk of room opened up to move stuff around more easily. Plus hopefully get some kind of thing to sleep on that’s a little better than just a blanket on a yoga mat, with storage containers to support my body with. I hesitate to actually clear the area out because every time I have there has been some huge fucking disaster that has led to it not getting done & things deteriorating again. At this point I’m afraid a cropduster will fall from the sky and kill us all if I do it. It’s strange how coincidences can make you feel that way, but it happens so often I’m genuinely developing a phobia of touching this old bed or anything to do with moving it… I hate to even discuss my plans. I’m afraid if I do something will rise up and head me off at the pass. Maybe I should delete this post. Perhaps I’ve said too much already.