I miss writing.
Oh god. 7 more hours of classes to go. I want to pull my eyeballs out of their sockets and let them laze around in a swimming pool. I also want to go for a massage, because the last few days has been a long unending blur of unpacking, and cleaning, and fixing CHAIRS.
I FIXED CHAIRS, BITCHES.
And not lego chairs, or even Ikea chairs. I have been dismantling, painting, varnishing, RE-UPHOLSTERING, these very gorgeous 1960s Danish inspired chairs that we got. It’s times like these that I wish I had a magic wand to swish and flick. My fingers are now deformed, and if I have to pull another staple out of the bottom of my seat, I might barf.
It’s been about 5 days at the new place and it’s weird not having housemates around. I feel so disconnected from everyone else, So strange to be in a place that is just me and the boyfriend. On the other hand, it’s been really nice to have our own space. Nice and oddly domesticating.
Ok gotta go back to acting like I’m paying attention to some Peruvian protest thingamajig. Happy Birthday Singapore!
