A messy house equals a messy mind.
At that sums it up perfectly. I have dvd cases scatted at the base of my tv, just finished the very last season of west wing, season 2 of the us version of the office and the first season of harvey birdman, attorney at law. Still to go, season 1 of extras (needs to watched one at a time as its too painfully awkward to go for more than one ep), full metal panic! (just to brush up on my jap) and need to start watching peep show (its a uk comedy that I've heard is good but I'm struggling with it on a conceptual level).
I have my 65 litre 'cedar breaks' blackwolf backpack right in the middle of the room. It has served me well throughout italy, england, malaysia, spore, thailand, hong kong and japan...and now its going around again in under 2 weeks.
Oh yeah, I'm heading back up to Japan next Friday.
But my backpack is currently empty and needs to filled (but not too much; need room of my random japanese purchases). I'm sure that over the course of the next few days some things will find themselves in there.
On the sofa is random magazines and clothes looking for a safe harbour. They are clean and really should be put away, but I believe wholeheartedly in my ability to live around them.
What else is there...there's a plane ticket nestled up against a passport. And a form that tells me I should re-register my drivers licence (memo to self; do that).
Oh yeah, my guitar heros guitar is leaning against the wall. My outlet for all my teenage rock fantasy that were curtailed by my stubby fingers (well that the excuse I'm sticking with).
And I can't believe I've re-entered the bloggin world with this.
Oh well, guess it can only get better.
