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It's going to cost us about $750-$800 to re-do the room in the basement.
:-P
But there you go.
Paul's doing all the work himself.
I am reading poetry on the couch.
I was writing some more today, though I left the pages at work.
I like writing. It makes me feel all powerful and stuff, and helps make sense of my brain. :-)
(Not that I'm particularly articulate tonight).
I've been thinking that I'd like to have my own office.
Granted, on occasion, "office" looks more like "office + design studio + pull-out couch, coffee table and, er... this is starting to look like a bachelor apartment... um..." but still.
The basic premise is that I'd like to have some space of my own.
Space that I don't have to share unless I invite someone in.
Space where I could leave my smutty poetry books lying around and not get Those Looks because of the covers.
Space where I could put (my) people if they needed to sleep over.
Part of this (okay, damn near all of this) is just Boundary Issues stuff. The folks on The Filter know all about that[1] (and the rest of you will just have to wonder. ;-)
The other part - much less intense but perhaps more wearing - is that I'd like to have space where I can play my Lesbian Folk-Pop, and my Loreena McKennitt, and so on, and not have Paul complain. Where I wouldn't be trying to write over Lamb of God and/or regular inane comments (meant to keep a connection, I'm sure, but mostly just damn annoying when I'm trying to get through a tough passage).
Anyway. Paul is out getting something for dinner. :-)
I've got dinner w/ my mother and sister tomorrow, and then Tremblant on Friday.
- TTFN,
- Amazon.
[1] Some of it is just a desire to have a place to make out with people (if I ever get the husband-approved opportunity to do so, anyway... currently not looking likely, but it's only been a couple of weeks since I brought it up) that is private without being My Marriage Bed.
:-P
But there you go.
Paul's doing all the work himself.
I am reading poetry on the couch.
I was writing some more today, though I left the pages at work.
I like writing. It makes me feel all powerful and stuff, and helps make sense of my brain. :-)
(Not that I'm particularly articulate tonight).
I've been thinking that I'd like to have my own office.
Granted, on occasion, "office" looks more like "office + design studio + pull-out couch, coffee table and, er... this is starting to look like a bachelor apartment... um..." but still.
The basic premise is that I'd like to have some space of my own.
Space that I don't have to share unless I invite someone in.
Space where I could leave my smutty poetry books lying around and not get Those Looks because of the covers.
Space where I could put (my) people if they needed to sleep over.
Part of this (okay, damn near all of this) is just Boundary Issues stuff. The folks on The Filter know all about that[1] (and the rest of you will just have to wonder. ;-)
The other part - much less intense but perhaps more wearing - is that I'd like to have space where I can play my Lesbian Folk-Pop, and my Loreena McKennitt, and so on, and not have Paul complain. Where I wouldn't be trying to write over Lamb of God and/or regular inane comments (meant to keep a connection, I'm sure, but mostly just damn annoying when I'm trying to get through a tough passage).
Anyway. Paul is out getting something for dinner. :-)
I've got dinner w/ my mother and sister tomorrow, and then Tremblant on Friday.
- TTFN,
- Amazon.
[1] Some of it is just a desire to have a place to make out with people (if I ever get the husband-approved opportunity to do so, anyway... currently not looking likely, but it's only been a couple of weeks since I brought it up) that is private without being My Marriage Bed.
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