We Must Cultivate Our Garden

They're taking away our rooms.
We're being shifted down from our current rooms to the new rooms constructed in the basement. We're ALSO being paired up.
There are going to be wooden partitions in between rooms. And bunk beds.
They're taking away the last straw.

I might not get to live single EVER again. It's pissing off.
I've decided to do all that I ever wanted to do to my room in this next one month that I get to stay in it.
Some things that I must do:

1. Put up a big cutout of the flying spaghetti monster in all it's glory, with the holy tentacles flailing about.
2. Frame the Escher Painting and put it up.
3. Put up Mario stickers all over the empty spaces on the wall.
4. Make a cigarette dispenser just like Estelle's in Friends.
5. Stick those fluorescent stars and other space stuff on the ceiling.
6. Wire up the old bulb in the room, and use it as the only source of light.
7. Put up "We Must Cultivate Our Garden" on the door.
8. Put up all my random free time doodling.
9. After doing all this, take millions of photos and treasure them for a lifetime.

Among other things, the board for my stepper mouse just came back from fab. I'm almost done stuffing it. Here's a pic:


Which reminds me, I've also lost my camera. Just when I was beginning to get the hang of it. I vaguely remember someone asking me for permission before taking it, when I was in deep sleep. I've asked everyone around, and none say they've taken it. I don't know what I'm going to tell home. Just last morning I almost lost 3 credit cards and my driving license. It's all happening one after the other.

Watching DeathNote all day when you feel impending doom is not advisable.

Counting Sheep Till I Sleep.

Yes! I've finally done it. I've managed to start writing a post that I really think I'm going to publish.

I've discovered it helps me to put down things that are on my mind better, if I avoid looking at the screen while typing . Just look straight down at the keyboard and keep typing. Correct the typos later. Look straight down, and keep typing. Almost sounds as if I'm undergoing some kind of therapy for some disorder. It kills me as I strive to keep typing even as I see my typos piling up. To backspace would require looking at the screen.

But yet, look, I've managed to type this much without as much as a glance at the screen.