It's really not too bad. But it does *look* pretty frightening, especially considering I have no clue what half the music equiment in here is.
But did I mention how horribly cool it is that Karl actually HAS music equipment?
I fear there is some logic to the pilings of CDs that I am not privy to, therefore I'm not sure that I want to fuck with them.
I fear there is somet logic to the pilings of just about everything in the place.
except for that angel food cake in the pantry from december.
I'm pretty sure there's no logic to that one.
I had a little emotional pouty thing last night.
Take a nasty earachey head cold, add a recent break up, displeasure over life in general, pervasive insomnia for the past couple weeks, and take away the cigarettes and you might get an idea of why I was just displeased over all.
Just at and with everything. Even though everything is and was and had been fine.
Karl is going to end up thinking I'm just ONE MORE psycho female he's met.
And while, yes, I am pretty fucking weird, I'm pretty sure that it *is* just a right now thing.
I feel so much better today.
Still physically like crap, but I do feel better. muchly.
Okay, I think I need to wander around this room and gathber a plan of attack.