Woeful
After sadly neglecting the place that I sadly spend the most time in I decided enough is enough. Hell had blossomed in my bedroom and it was time to prune it back. With the help of a paper shredder, numerous trash bags, and a detachment from all of the fond memories that were swirling around my old junk mail, I pressed on.
The result, surprisingly, is a place of order and serenity. In fact, it has so affected my state of mind that I feel no embarrassment writing about it in my blog.
Nor do I feel embarrassed after making a movie about it.
And posting that movie on the internet.
I have no shame.
