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Thursday, May 15, 2008

every day

I just realized that I haven't slept in my bed since Monday night. Tuesday night I fell asleep on the sofa and Wednesday night...well, I haven't slept yet.

I realized that I'm kind of territorial when I'm trying to work. I like to spread out all my stuff--books, papers, etc. By spread, I mean spread. It's not in the sense that I won't share space, but when I do, I begin to feel cluttered. When all my materials become too close to me I feel like I'm trapped. Sealed. My preference is to have a ton of room, and not only do I need a good amount of space, I need a perimeter of blank space around the material which is mine.

It's strange, and I don't really understand it.