I wish I could paint. I wish I had all my painting stuff here. But it’s all still in Munich in K.’s cellar. This means I haven’t painted in 10 months. How depressing.
Earlier today I felt like painting. But then I did also feel like screaming and maybe throwing a fragile object against a wall. But then no, I cleaned instead. I did a major clean – moving all furnite to hoover into the most hidden corners, throwing away lots of old paper and magazines and even desinfecting my windows with Dettol (the “kills 99.9% of all bacteria version”). Writing it down now makes it sound really oc but it didn’t seem like it at the time. And it was a really good idea coz now my room is cleaner than ever before, yay.
In the process (both before and after the cleaning) I decided to indulge in a burst of binge shopping as well. This has now resulted in a spend of over 250 pounds which can be ‘allocated’ to three pairs of jeans, 6 tops, a dress, a skirt and 2 bags. While cleaning I realised I have no space to put the stuff I already have. Did that stop me from getting more? Of course not, why would it?!
Anyway, so this now means that I still can’t paint. Am ever more broke than I was before – I thought I couldn’t more broke than I was but then I am so gifted at certain things (spending my own money). Will soon have even more shit I won’t know where to put. So I basically did some totally unecessary oc shopping, then some oc cleaning (actually useful) and then some more pointless oc shopping I now realise in this enlightening moment. I am sooo tired and can’t sleep. And I have a squeaky clean room.
