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Daily wordcount: 500
Total wordcount: 2346
On/off target: -2655
Argh, looking at that how far behind I am number is depressing. I really wish I'd gotten off to a good start...
I did not, as my lazy nature would probably lead you to guess, open the boxes as soon as I'd lugged them into my small, cluttered, and not-very-clean apartment. It was honestly a little hard to find the space for them, since crafts and clutter took up most of my one-bedroom apartment and the one place most people would have, the dining nook, had been turned into craft storage. The work table and mis-matched shelving units made the space seem very crowded, indeed, but until I could afford a larger place, I made due with it. I ended up stacking them in the corner of the living room, which made getting around a bit of a squeeze, but doable. I started a fire in my little fireplace, which was, quite honestly, one of the apartment's greatest features, and pulled my laptop and bluetooth printer/scanner out into the living room. Then I went about eating popcorn and drinking half a bottle of wine before I even looked at the boxes again.
I was one and half movies into a Jaws marathon when I finally pulled out the box I had been working on. I figured I could listlessly sort through things for the second half of Jaws 2, then turn my attention fully to the task at hand when the abomination that is known as Jaws 3, and then, while the slightly better but still not good, Jaws 4, came on.
This would have been a brilliant plan if maybe I hadn't already finished an entire bottle of wine, with nothing but a bit of popcorn for dinner. Or if it hadn't been such a tight squeeze between the boxes and the coffee table. But those things were what happened, so I ended up dumping the entire content of the box all over the table and the floor. Sheets of paper drifted lazily down to the carpet and came perilously close to the edge of the fireplace. I snatched the sheets in danger of spontaneously combusting up first, setting them in an untidy heap in the center of the coffee table. Only then did I pick up the box and notice that the bottom of the carton seemed a bit off.
It was one of those banker's boxes you can buy and assemble, with the fold-down bottom. Something slip had gotten stuck under the top layer of the bottom, and as I pried up the flap of cardboard, I broke a nail. Of course. I swore and redoubled my efforts, finally yanking up the edge and revealing a slim, leather-bound book. It looked old and weathered, and like something I would expect to be out of my price range at an antique store. And also something I would like to have an entire bookshelf full of, if I had a house big enough to boast a proper library. And old, arcane, properly spooky library, with weird things in jars and a rickety sliding ladder. And some old, soft, leather wingback chairs.
Total wordcount: 2346
On/off target: -2655
Argh, looking at that how far behind I am number is depressing. I really wish I'd gotten off to a good start...
I did not, as my lazy nature would probably lead you to guess, open the boxes as soon as I'd lugged them into my small, cluttered, and not-very-clean apartment. It was honestly a little hard to find the space for them, since crafts and clutter took up most of my one-bedroom apartment and the one place most people would have, the dining nook, had been turned into craft storage. The work table and mis-matched shelving units made the space seem very crowded, indeed, but until I could afford a larger place, I made due with it. I ended up stacking them in the corner of the living room, which made getting around a bit of a squeeze, but doable. I started a fire in my little fireplace, which was, quite honestly, one of the apartment's greatest features, and pulled my laptop and bluetooth printer/scanner out into the living room. Then I went about eating popcorn and drinking half a bottle of wine before I even looked at the boxes again.
I was one and half movies into a Jaws marathon when I finally pulled out the box I had been working on. I figured I could listlessly sort through things for the second half of Jaws 2, then turn my attention fully to the task at hand when the abomination that is known as Jaws 3, and then, while the slightly better but still not good, Jaws 4, came on.
This would have been a brilliant plan if maybe I hadn't already finished an entire bottle of wine, with nothing but a bit of popcorn for dinner. Or if it hadn't been such a tight squeeze between the boxes and the coffee table. But those things were what happened, so I ended up dumping the entire content of the box all over the table and the floor. Sheets of paper drifted lazily down to the carpet and came perilously close to the edge of the fireplace. I snatched the sheets in danger of spontaneously combusting up first, setting them in an untidy heap in the center of the coffee table. Only then did I pick up the box and notice that the bottom of the carton seemed a bit off.
It was one of those banker's boxes you can buy and assemble, with the fold-down bottom. Something slip had gotten stuck under the top layer of the bottom, and as I pried up the flap of cardboard, I broke a nail. Of course. I swore and redoubled my efforts, finally yanking up the edge and revealing a slim, leather-bound book. It looked old and weathered, and like something I would expect to be out of my price range at an antique store. And also something I would like to have an entire bookshelf full of, if I had a house big enough to boast a proper library. And old, arcane, properly spooky library, with weird things in jars and a rickety sliding ladder. And some old, soft, leather wingback chairs.
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