Little Black Dot

i finished sophie's world this morning.
now i don't know what to do with myself.
that thing is a tome. that thing
has occupied my life all week.
i guess now i'm actually going to have to read all that
mad hatter fiction in my briefcase.
i will wake early and get out of this house and do it.
probably i will go to value village.
probably i will just get another book.
probably by carlos castaneda.

some interesting acquisitions these last few days:
finally, a lamp for my kitchen
a very silly wool cardigan with brass buttons (they have the canadian sheild on them)
a tree, srsly, and
a gustav klimt print, for the loo.

it's like someone out there is saying
don't leave this place, chelsea.
don't leave yet.

and it's like i'm saying,
o alright.
i won't. and i won't
fret about it
anymore.

something is happening in this house and
it's exciting. and o do i have plans
or what. this probably means it's a good thing
i'm finished sophie's world
because this probably means i should stop reading
and start doing home improvement.