I ripped my carpet up tonight. Actually I just folded it into one corner. I should buy carpet last, so that it doesn’t get damaged while I’m painting, drinking, smoking, or spitting. That means instead of ripping my carpet out, I should just fold it up, nail the floor down so it doesn’t creak any more, and lay it back as best I can.
So, goal 0.01a accomplished, at any rate.
In order to make my carpet not be under my stuff, I had to move my stuff. This entailed, basically, cleaning, kinda-sorta. I was surprised to discover that this was easier than I’d thought it would be. After I picked up my clothes and tossed a few bottles and paper scraps, everything looked pretty straightened out. Maybe things weren’t as shambolic as they looked to me the other night. Maybe things are looking up.
Or maybe I should just stop trying to find something in every little nothing that comes along.
