Painting Myself Into a Corner Lee Harvey Roswell 2006.
I'm just having all these way mixed up thinking bouts that get me all mixed up. I should move. Everybody else is moving. I want to move. I'm ready to move, I'm supposed to move. So I've decided to completely do the OMGawd, she's lost her mind (again but this time she should be committed) and let the games begin. Even the newly appointed Ambassador is moving....his desk and I'm going to assume at least across town. I guess it could just be a different floor? So I can move across town or to another floor. I'm going to pack up this entire house. Live in chaos all summer, from boxes. Paint walls, move furniture....THROW OUT 4 TONS OF stuff. Even if I don't have the courage to do all that over the top, I can do one room at a time and maybe Mr. Frank won't even notice I need a ride to The Bin. This is good good good. I have a plan. Dumb Ass Plans are still a beginning. I can get halfway (just like me) through a plan and find it is not practical or effective. My govt. does it all the time. I feel so much better. I will formulate my Dumb Ass Plan right after I take complete inventory of Lowe's. I'll start with my office.
oh i have a headache.
So sure it all begins with a closet!!