Well, the shellac worked and I'm finally typing this on my new sexy desk. It's not exactly the most ergonomic thing in the world, but it sure makes me seem like a studious girl. It's kind of nice that this fucking desk is all I can write about. The boys are okay, mom's going back to work, and I'm stuffing my inner void with reckless online shopping. Everything's fine.
It's not even noon and I'm up up, trying to clean my room. I know I'm not going to be a morning person for long.
I took it easy yesterday and finally assembled a miniature kit that's been gathering dust on my old desk. It's a cheap little Totoro terrarium. I just wanted to get a sense of my hand-eye coordination and test my patience with crafting tiny things. It's going to be my new personality.
I only ever saw Hereditary once because it scared the bejeezus out of me, but Toni Collete was a miniaturist, I think. I've been fixating on the idea of creating a miniature version of my house with everything exactly as they are except for one jarring thing.
It's giving me Lost Highway vibes. It's not similar at all, but it reminds me of that scene where Bill Pullman talks to a Mystery Man at some party. He's was like, "Have we met before?"
The Mystery Man says, "Yeah, at your house, I think. In fact, I'm there right now." So, Bill Pullman calls his house and he hears the man in front of him on the phone. Fucking David Lynch.