You’d be so proud; I spent some actual time cleaning my room tonight. It’s not perfect yet, but it’s actually getting close to liveable. You can actually see the floor and stuff.
I still don’t know what to do about all my crap though. So many papers. So many clothes.

Also, you’ll be relieved to know, I found my snake necklace. It was under some books and magazines and newspapers. Much like everything I own.

Don’t be deceived, my room isn’t actually clean, but I’ve made definite progress.

I found a skirt on sale at the Gap today. $25. It’s brown and soft and knnelength and has a kickpleat. I was going to buy underwear so I could avoid doing laundry, but who can turn down a $25 skirt? I saw it weeks ago and kind of liked it, but not enough to spend $70 on it. It does kind of look like the sort of thing you’d wear if you were a girl. Which isn’t a look I’m going for, it just seems to happen.

I didn’t go over to see the old floor. I really should stop by soon. I miss those kids. I haven’t hung out with them since the first week of school.

I was reading through this notebook I was using as a journal for awhile last year, both before Tim and I got together and after we broke up. (Not while we were together though. Tim had given me a real journal early on in the relationship. I stopped using it because I really needed to cut him out of my life for a while to get over everything.) These were both pretty lonely times in my life, for different reasons. A lot of it was really badly written. I have no recollection of writing any of it. There was one totally hypothetical paragraph I wrote probably a year ago that started off something like: “I’ll know him because he’ll notice the way I eat blueberries when no one’s looking.” (I’d have liked it less if I’d actually written “sandwiches,” because that would have been too perfect. I don’t trust perfect things.)