I have the world's very first Fray-branded lunchbox.I have a lovely shiny silver Industrial Lunchbox that I got from Archie McPhee a few months back that I've been using to tote my lunch back and forth. I also ordered some Fray stickers, which were sitting on my dresser top for a few weeks. One evening, I was looking to my lunchbox and thinking that it needed something. Something different. Something fun. Something...Fray.
And so the Fray lunchbox was born. With the Drugs logo on the front (I think the sloshing coffee cup should become an underground symbol for those who like certain recreational substances, legal and illegal), a sticker that says "everyone has a story inside" on the back, a Work sticker on the side, and a sticker from Unamerican that says "you're my religion" on the inside, it's a work of art from beginning to end. I know that nobody has one like it, which makes it easy to spot in the work fridge, and people look at it and go, "Oh, how cool!"
And, you know, they're right.
Fray lunch!
On Tuesday, I cleaned my room.I got home from work, changed into overalls, got something to eat, and got cracking. I never realize how much stuff I accumulate until I attempt to clean it up. There was a massive purge of nail polish I haven't worn in a year, for example, and the discovery that I've been hanging a lot of really weird stuff on my door. I reorganized all of the toyboxes, reorganized the shelves, and transformed my room into a place where I feel at home, where I feel like peace is a possibility.
I feel *much* better, now. And last night, I moved Bach (my NT machine) upstairs into my room, so that room is officially done.
Tonight, I'm going to tackle the living room before I go to the performance tonight. I'm not sure how much I'll get done, but any little bit would help at this point. It's pretty bad. There's stuff all over the place, and I've put off buying new CD racks for the time being, so there are CDs all over, as well.
And moving the computer upstairs means that the cam will once again be on on a regular basis. The light's so much better upstairs, it's really unbelievable. The images are much less grainy than they are downstairs.
Overall, a good move. The living room is starting to get on my nerves, and since I'm getting a futon on Saturday (yay Thunder for letting me have one he doesn't need any more!) the room *must* be clean before it gets here.
And then when it gets warmer...a cleaning from top to bottom will commence. I need to find out if anyone has a ladder I can borrow so I can wash the windows on the second floor. Muah. In the end, it comes down to the fact that I find cleaning a relaxing activity, something that requires the use of my hands and eyes but not my brain. And when I'm done cleaning, I have the immediate reward of having something clean to look at.
Recreational cleaning. all the rage, I tell you.
I'm going to see Itzhak Perlman tonight--tickets courtesy Velvet. We're gonna get dressed up and get cultured, I tell you what.
