it takes a village. and a box.

this tiny wood box has made me a much happier citizen of my house. baby steps.

i used to have to look at all of this strewn about on brian meares’ nightstand.  (a rock?)

now it is contained.

sidenote: i have diagnosed that my mother started indoctrinating me with OCD ways early in my childhood. if anything was misplaced, it was JUNK that had been THROWN down. now when brian asks me where anything of his is, i respond with I DIDN’T TOUCH IT! and he says i didn’t ask you if you touched it, i asked where it is.