parasitegirl | Clean and then not.

For a few hours yesterday my rooms were reasonably clean. They aren't anymore...but I took a photo of when they were.

There is no longer anything under my bed...no lurking stash.

I estimate that I have one surface left to decoupage the hell out of and one more chair to make a cover for..then I can tackle smaller fabric scraps (pillow covers and such...maybe more of the crazy quilt) and hopefully return to the world of costumes. I'll have some projects when I move (getting a kitchen table, making curtains for the kitchen once I know window dimentions, a bedroom mirror...) but I'm getting to the point where I can finish rehabbing and return to packing.

I've gotten over much of my phone fears by contacting my utilities and switching them over by myself, last time Komatsu Sensei did it all for me. Gas, Water, Electric, mail and phone are taken care of! I'm changing internet services but I found an English help line for that. I also know my own address now (I wasn't sure on how to read 大谷口 but a teacher double checked and it's Ooyaguchi) and after many recitations fo it over the phone, I know it all by heart and can write it in my sleep.

I dance this Friday and wonder if I am up for it, I feel like this has all taken a toll on my body and practice. Paradoxically, I wish I were being booked solid right now as it would be nice, financially, and give me a reason to focus on my practice more.

I'm somewhat in cheap eats mode, but nothing unhealthy. As I type I have chickpeas a boiling and will soon throw together some gazpatchos for lunchtime. My next apartment is going to be fairly close to multiple tiny farms and produce stands.

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