i redecorated my bedroom. well, not really, i just changed the wall paint decoration on the back of my bed (that serves as a trompe l’oeil bedpost) from raging red to very dark brown; supposedly i was changing the angsty mood i kept having into a more calm, rested peace, but after a while i became a bit too rested—in other word, and for lack of more intellectual-sounding one, lazy.
so i decided to delve again into my pristine collection of art publications and ripped a few pages off; i figured, if they were bought (and with a lot of money, too) to serve as an inspiration bank, then i better make the best use of them. and so i spent my afternoon, high on painkiller and dizzy from blood loss (i just had a wisdom tooth operation last night, by the way), reminiscing my junior high school days: putting up posters and pages of magazines on the wall.