I take pride in small things. Today, I cleaned up the area to the left of my computer desk. I also cleaned up a little bit underneath it. That's about it. It makes me feel better tho. I hate clutter. You wouldn't know it to look at my house but I do. I abhor clutter. I just don't know what to do about it. I'm pathetic that way.

I went out to the shed with the intention of cleaning up a portion of it so I could take boxes of stuff out to it. Better to have them in the shed than in the house, you know. What ended up happening was a minor reorganization of the shed, raking of the yard and a few things found their way into oblivion.

I threw away some Bruce Lee tapes. I hated to do it but I was never going to watch them and I've tried selling them. Unfortunately, I don't know anyone right now who would just LOVE to have them.

I want to rearrange the living room but there's no magical way to do it without getting rid of SOMETHING. I'm tempted to do it when the boy isn't home... just to see if he'd even notice a significantly roomier living space. He's one of those people that only has to walk around an obstacle a few times before it becomes a permanent fixture to him. I don't think that's a BAD thing, it's just a thing. So if there was suddenly no exercise-monstrosity in the living room, he'd only have to absent-mindedly walk through that space a few times and it would seem to have always been "so." It's just idiotic enough an idea to work.

Everything said on here starts with "I". That's been bugging me for a while. Maybe it means more of my endeavors ought to involve other people. Or it could just mean I am uncreative and simple. That's a more of a probability.

English is escaping me. Words used to be easier to come by and now I find myself reaching for synonyms. For anything at all. It's depressing. Disheartening. Frustrating.

Bleh.