I'm working on a scrapbook.
Usually I do this in a separate room, off the beaten path, so I don't have to worry about the mess that I make whenever I feel creative.
However, when I was sleeping in the living room (so many months ago) , CB moved a TV into the living room so I could be somewhat entertained and leave him alone for a minute.
The TV from the computer room is now the TV in the living room so there is no TV in the computer room where I usually get down with my bad self and scrapbook to my heart's content.
I can't scrapbook all day without noise from the TV in background so I drug all my shit to the dining room and set up shop there. An added benefit is that since we can't eat at the table, CB has to take me out for dinner!
Crap. You know what I just thought of? I could have watched a movie on Netflix on the computer. Damn it.
I made a mess that I have to clean up when, if I had given it any thought at all I could have made a mess them shut the door.
Oh well. The floor needs to be swept anyway.
So there's that.
