I need some space…
3 05 2008My… OUR, apartment is a mess. It is horrible and I am so stressed out and pissed off right now about it. There is no where for me to work. I need a space that is MY space. I have my corner of the “dining area” where my desk sits squished between M’s and the wall and the kitchen and the 8 tubs of supplies. So I started working on the couch and coffee table when a section of it emerged from under the mess… now my markers, thanks to kitty, have made their way under the couch… my supplies are under soda cans, move cases and misc crap. I moved my ream of paper before it got crushed only to watch M pile his bags on top of it when we came home from errands. Ack! What to do. Even it it’s clean… there’s no where for me to work and have SPACE THAT IS MINE. Something that’s SO important to me… ugh.
Just a rant…
