What a pig. That’s my desk, in all its mess-induced-by-end-of-semester-stress glory. Except university finished up last month. And the mess stayed. With the knowledge that there’ll be twenty-one people in the house on Christmas Day, I decided to tackle the brothel that is my corner of the room.
If you look carefully, you’ll see chewed up tissue under the chair, courtesy of Woody. In the basket on the floor to the right of the photo was a disgusting white-tail spider, who was promptly covered in insect spray, including the majority of the inside of the basket. It – and the spider – was all white. Quite festive, actually, considering.
Check out the candles that have gone all droopy from the heat! Ha. The scarf that’s been there since winter! The wrapping paper since Father’s Day in September!
Christ, I hate cleaning shit up. It’s so boring. But ultimately, it’s worth it.
SO much better! Clean surfaces! Those drawers are going to get a lick of paint early next year, ugly little fuckers. (I’m tempted to paint the curtains too but suspect I’d get a lashing for it) The chair is a little bit ripped and the height can’t be adjusted anymore but it’s wide enough for me to sit cross-legged so it’s going to stay. The map of Vietnam on the wall for inspiration and anticipation. The bowl of fruit and the notebook in which lays the first draft of my novel (positive thinking right there).
Clean is good.
P.S. In my dreams, my desk would look like this but within five minutes, there’d be snotty tissues littered all over the floor, a dirty plate and crumbs sprinkled everywhere, spilt coffee, a swear words written on the wood. Annelise is a slob.