Tiredness knows no bounds.


So if a clean room is equatable (hehe I love making up words) to a healthy mind, then what does a cleaned out room say about a persons mind?

Perhaps it means that I'm free of all cluter and thought?

Probably not since I'm sitting here pondering the meaning of a cleaned out room.

No I'm not moving (unfortunently that fell through) however when I brought up the prospect to my father that I could move he got all excited about finishing my room.

So through his exuberence I'm currently roomless while we spend the next couple of weeks (ie month more likely) putting in actual power and heat and walls in my room.

Yippie.

Heh and if that weren't enough to keep me occupied I've been shanghied into doing some plastering for my mother at her school so her class can do a mural (which I'll more than likely be called in to help on as well).

I haven't slept much in the past couple of days (can you tell?). It's strange not having a room.
Don't think I like it much.

And I've been working like a dog to get that room cleared out, keep myself in school (tougher than it sounds. Damn financial aid.), and make presents for world travelers!

That's right you all are getting presents (provided of course I can get them done tonight. Which I think I can.)

All I really have to say I guess is:

Go! Go! COFFEE MACHINE!!

-The Tired Pondering Dragon

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