I've gotten rid of it all. There is nothing left in my room (of my own) except my skis, a few changes of clothes and my computer.
That's a total lie. My place is still full to the brim, it seems. I've got boxes of stuff, but nowhere to take them. Salvation Army, I guess. And more boxes of trash. I could just take those to the curb. And, of course, a room still full of possesions, in general. IE, books, clothes, notebooks, a giant box of pencil stubs (?), and the list goes on. Slowly, but surely, I will simplify my life. 'Cause it's so complex, I know, I know. But seriously, every time I can put another hoodie in the "give away" box, my heart feels a little lighter.
Onward!
On another note, the writing is humming along now. Seems I just need copious amounts of coffee and a little guilt to get me going. Today I wrote the beginning of two plays: one about a transient who can only speak in iambic pentameter (his name is Billy), and the other is about a family who can't get things quite right (especially in regards to religion). Hopefully I'll have enough on these soon that I can show them to people. I might decide they're not so great after all.
Cherry blossoms are falling. Wind is blowing. Sun's shining a bit. Construction outside my house all day long.
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