I finally have a desk. Luxurious one, even. Writing this is pure pleasure, with the chair and desk both very nice quality and personally picked out. Now I just need to arrange all of the desk detritus and hang a shelf. The oak wood is so smooth and dense. I don’t love the smell of whatever was used to treat the wood, but I hope it airs out somewhat soon.
I need to find my own course. For now, I’m drifting. Its always like this. Make a list, plan something, research. Life requires so much organization, and I am not particularly skilled at this.
I could try reading that book I got recently. Or make a blender learning schedule.
Or a cleaning checklist with days of the week written out.
At least I don’t play infinity nikki anymore.
I need a spark. A drive, inspiration.
I don’t have any incentive to do anything.
Its incredibly boring.
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