Boredom: The Mother Of Interior Decorating
Yesterday's horrid it's-not-supposed-to-be-winter-you-dolt! weather left me incredibly twitchy and restless, and more or less trapped at home. I had to do something to keep myself occupied for about 2-3 hours.
Some people in these situations watch TV. Some people read books. Some people cook.
I rearrange furniture.
My room now has a totally new look to it, with my bed moved to the far corner of the room by the window, my TV set and accompanying cabinet up against the wall where the head of my bed used to be, and my computer desk (read: a wooden, fold-up TV table) is now next to my closet. Plus I threw my 40-odd pencil boards back up on the wall, so there's much colour to be had. Overall, the rearranging has given me more floorspace, which the 4 Shih-tzu's seem to already be enjoying.
I'm hoping that by moving my desk away from the window, I'll be able to write more during the day. My eyeballs are oddly sensitive to light (not in the sense that by necessity I need to be nocturnal, but I do seem to have problems focusing when the light intensity is at a certain level), so the further from the window I am, the better off I hope to be.
Ah, boredom! How ironic that I should be thanking it for making me so productive.
posted by Phillip at 10:34 AM
