sleepy

Joanie go bed now. Can't have Darkside. Won't have beer. Don't want Adam.

Bed. Sleep.

New motto:

Nothing that I offer of myself to anyone is 'seconds'.

thank you, iroshi, for putting into words what I have been feeling.

Ack.

Ideals vs. personality clash. ack.

In the end, sanity wins out.

If Votania and I didn't have rooms of our own, we wouldn't be living together.

Cleaning House

In light of Votania's sad absence at her parents' place, I'm doing some room-cleaning. I never had a chance to get really moved in here before Dude moved in as well to share my room; when he moved out, I was in a bachelor slump; then Adam moved in.

Now that Adam's moved out, I'm gaining the delightful opportunity to take over my own room as MINE once more. Mua-ha-ha, and assorted other flavours of evil laughter.

I've got my closet shuffled around, and then my altar set up, and lamps all around, and I'm feeling quite happy with my room.