It’s twue, it’s twue! I was only being half-serious the other day when I said my closet looks bigger on the inside. My emm had the brilliant idea Saturday when we came back to the villa for coffee and presents about making my closet an office. I told her not to talk of such things because I was far too tired to start moving furniture that night, plus the cords would need wend their way from the closet to the outlet on the other side of the wall, plus my dresser needs a good painting, plus plus plus…all sorts of roadblocks. But in the back of my mind, I was secretly thrilled with the idea and knew before the weekend was out that I would do just that. Who gives a rat’s ass about the cords? It’s not like I have a small child or a dog to tangle with them. The dresser isn’t that bad, really and I figure seeing it, and two chest of drawers out and about in the boudoir will get my ass in gear to get them all painted.

After talking to Grafs yesterday for some time and telling her about the entire thing, the TARDIScloset scheme commenced. It was not easy; my beloved desk doesn’t fit through the door, no matter what way it’s turned. There’s just no jackassing that thing, so I had to do with another table that now acts as my desk.

It’s perfect, this TARDIScloset of mine because it’s also afforded me the opportunity to pull out some projects, instead of hiding them away in a cabinet. This way, they’re in my face and maybe I’ll finally put together that second London journal almost a year after the trip.

For now, though, I’ll simply bask in how delightful it is to really have a room of my own, regardless of how absolutely absurd that sounds, seeing that I really have an entire villa of my own.

Pictures of how I’ve spent the last 11 hours and 53 minutes are up at Flickr, even though to call it so is a misnomer; from looking at the photos I’ve uploaded, one might think it’s taken me all this time to paint a relatively small closet (it’s bigger on the inside), when in reality, I spent the first couple of hours putting a second coat on the three walls I painted red yesterday.

As you can imagine, there was the normal futzing around, as well, not to mention having to move everything out of the “it’s bigger on the inside” closet. Then I had the bright idea to remove the closet door; that went swimmingly until I found the one stripped screw. There was no way that fucker was gonna cooperate, so I pulled the door off the wall. Yes, I literally pulled the door free and then I put it in the garage.

My coffee intake today was enormous, almost like a work day, but I actually threw out the last cup because I simply couldn’t stomach it at that time. That’s what happens when one grows up and buys a real coffee maker, one capable of making more than four cups at a time.

My emm and I are celebrating her birthday tonight and I’m due to pick her up in a little while. Nothing special - she wants to go to In-N-Out and I’m not going to say no. It’s amazing how good fast food tastes when you don’t have it all the time.

If I continue to believe my closet is bigger on the inside than it looks, will the Doctor magically appear one day? With a girl and her dog and needing another companion? Please?