Much of today was spent setting up my bedroom and unpacking things. Or, if you want to get technical about it, I unpacked and then repacked things. It’s amazing how much junk we cart around because of sentimental value, it really is. I managed to get almost everything sorted out though, and tomorrow I hope to take pictures of my bedroom while it’s still clean. Because you know in a few days (hours) it’s going to be messy (torn apart) again.

I feel like I don’t have much to say tonight, and that’s probably because, well.. I don’t. I mean, my day was quite boring, okay? I cleaned, I moved furniture, I spent time with my family, and now I’m playing UO. I guess the biggest problem is that I was so stressed and tired today that I didn’t take notes (or pictures, sadly) throughout the day, so now I can’t remember what was really going on. I hate forgetting things; that’s one of the reasons I began blogging.

Still, I almost always find something to write about, don’t I? If you ignore the massive numbers of ‘filler’ posts I have done, that is. I always have a good excuse, okay? Don’t judge me. I think everyone has felt as though they simply couldn’t sit down and write coherently at times, and especially over the past few days, I have felt like that. My writing has suffered for it, I’m sure; this is especially important now that my school work is reliant on my writing.

I have a short story due for work-shopping by the 31st of March, and I think now I’m ready to actually begin writing. I have the whole concept laid out, but the writing was proving difficult. I’m going to sit down and write tomorrow, and see what happens. Even if I don’t like what I’m writing at first, I know that the simple act of sitting down and writing will limber up my fingers, much like alcohol does to the tongue. Hopefully with less disastrous results.

I am coping with the break up a lot better than I thought I would, although looking back on past experiences I don’t know why I thought I would fall apart. I generally cope (as most people do) with everything and anything that life throws my way - this has been no different. The most difficult time for me is at night.. I have nothing to distract me, and when you’re used to the other side of the bed being occupied, it feels very cold and empty.

I must say though, I don’t miss the snoring!