Open Window

I've had the "new post" window open on my computer for about six hours. Maybe even longer. I woke up this morning, after having slept for twelve hours, determined to write a new post while accomplishing everything else on my to-do list. I didn't have to go into work today so I was ready to be productive and get stuff done. But I find myself dragging my feet today. It's been a minute since I've written because my time has been double booked, almost triple booked, so sitting down to write hasn't been high on my list of importance. The main thing taking up my strength and energy is moving into my new room. Same house, different room. Actually the original room I moved into. But then the guy who had it first came back, so I went to what was originally a study. But now original guy is gone, so I get it back. But this time I knew I'd be living in it for a while so I wanted it to look better. A lot better. So I scrubbed and painted the walls. Wiped and finished the wood ledge that outlines it. Swept the floor and corners. It took over a week because I was doing it all when getting home from work, so I wasn't moving my fastest. Finally yesterday, having touched up the last of my touch ups, I moved everything in. Organized all my shit, sorted my new closet, and sat at my new desk for the first time. I was going to write last night, but I couldn't even keep my eyes open. Along with my new room, I decided to finally give myself a new hair cut. It was beginning to look strange considering the blonde was outgrown and my roots were showing. It was also that terrible "in-between-lengths" look, where bed head just looks like unkempt. So that, combined with the finally arrived summer heat, prompted me to Chuck Liddell my hair. It's not a complete buzz over, it still has enough up there for the sake of character and balance. My ears look proportional still. So when I woke up this morning I was in my new room, with new cut and enjoying having my new windows open. The other room didn't have windows that could open, so I've been without for a very long time. Waking up in my new room, which is decorated in a fashion that would make even the most metropolitan of men jealous, was a great thing. It's a grown up room. With wood floors and color schemes. I done good. If I may say so myself. Having open windows is the best part. Having warm summer breezes glide in is a badass feeling that makes the heat and constant sweat worthwhile. And the constant sweat is a huge points loser. So the open window is worth mega points. It's a shame humans can't be like windows when it comes to being open. Because a room can still be stuffy if it's full of closed people but open windows. Things have gotten better at the house, but there are still a lot of closed topics and stale conversations that should be opened or freshen, respectively. And I've had opportunities too, to either open up things that I once thought closed or to let them remain the same. I'm still undecided as to how to go about it all. You know what you're going to get with a closed window. But with an open window there are variables, a lot of them. You could end up in a Rear Window kind of situation. And only Jimmy Stewart can make double leg casts sexy. The rest of us would just look bad. I'm not involved with any Hitchcock type of danger, for the time being, but I still can't seem to make up my mind. But I my stomach and computer have made it up for the time being. My stomach is making noises to remind me it's been empty all day, and my computer is making noises to remind me it's been on all day. Both of which are unhappy due to the said actions. So I should fill one up, and turn the other off.

Lisa: [Listening to the composer play his piano] Where does a man get inspiration to write a song like that? It's utterly beautiful. Wish I could be creative.
Jeff: Oh sweetie, you are. You have a great talent for creating difficult situations.