Because I'm tired of knocking things off this supposedly horizontal surface in the dining room that has something like a 1/72 scale version of the topography of everest.
I live amoungst packrats and pilers.
*this* *will* *not* *stand*... (becuase they piled too much crap on top of it)
It won't be too much of a pain.. just throwing away the crap and organizing what's left. I could do it all today, but I won't. little steps are better. ::nods::
I scraped that stem and came up with .. oh .. just about nothing. That was dissapointing. It *looked* nearly occluded. it was all just an illusion.
Despite the crying jag yesterday and the nearly off the deepend frustration, it was good. ANd I felt very very loved. Still do.
So it was worth it to clear my eyes and head a little. To see what I've got.
