You were wild, where are you now?
Sep. 4th, 2002 01:47 amSo. On the way home from work, I proved I'm my father's daughter. I grabbed a half-shelf from the trash. It's that type you see at Wal-Mart, with the two shelves, and stands about 3 feet high. Missing the middle shelf, but otherwise in great shape. I can always use more shelfy type things.
Dad would be proud. There were wooden slats and crap like packing crates. The scrounger in me wishes to go back. I am fighting it most dilligently. Besides, it could still all be there tomorrow before work.
And wood for shelves is always useful.
I should clean my room, though. It's actually somewhat organised, more just a matter of picking everything up and finding a spot for it. And, considering all the new books I got the week before last, I'll have to expand the bookshelves... Oh, to be able to just dump ALL the books on the shelves in alphabetical order....
Mmm. Floor-to-ceiling shelving...
Dad would be proud. There were wooden slats and crap like packing crates. The scrounger in me wishes to go back. I am fighting it most dilligently. Besides, it could still all be there tomorrow before work.
And wood for shelves is always useful.
I should clean my room, though. It's actually somewhat organised, more just a matter of picking everything up and finding a spot for it. And, considering all the new books I got the week before last, I'll have to expand the bookshelves... Oh, to be able to just dump ALL the books on the shelves in alphabetical order....
Mmm. Floor-to-ceiling shelving...