ow ow motherfucker ow
Monday, October 13th, 2008 23:07![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sofiavioletI think I sprained my back. DNW.
On the bright side, I did get all my furniture arranged. Now I need to finish unpacking so I can use my desk (currently blocked by two large boxes) and close my closet door (I keep injuring myself - if it's not my hip against the door, it's an ankle or foot tangling with the futon). Also: posters and artwork!
I was going to post a shitty diagram of where everything is, but it was too hard.
I have a whole wall with absolutely nothing against it. My desk is in that corner, but it hardly takes up any room. Someone talk me out of taping up a whole bunch of paper and using it as a huge map of Auriel and environs or something.
And if you do enable me on the map thing, at least stop me from taking pictures and emailing them to my workshop with the subject line "underdeveloped setting what?"*
... It could be about ten feet wide, I reckon. What is wrong with me.
Sleep. Sleep fixes everything.
*More on this when I have time to write up something that makes sense.
Ten feeeeeeeeeet of paper, omfg. Needs moar cartography skillz.
On the bright side, I did get all my furniture arranged. Now I need to finish unpacking so I can use my desk (currently blocked by two large boxes) and close my closet door (I keep injuring myself - if it's not my hip against the door, it's an ankle or foot tangling with the futon). Also: posters and artwork!
I was going to post a shitty diagram of where everything is, but it was too hard.
I have a whole wall with absolutely nothing against it. My desk is in that corner, but it hardly takes up any room. Someone talk me out of taping up a whole bunch of paper and using it as a huge map of Auriel and environs or something.
And if you do enable me on the map thing, at least stop me from taking pictures and emailing them to my workshop with the subject line "underdeveloped setting what?"*
... It could be about ten feet wide, I reckon. What is wrong with me.
Sleep. Sleep fixes everything.
*More on this when I have time to write up something that makes sense.
Ten feeeeeeeeeet of paper, omfg. Needs moar cartography skillz.
