My brother tried to kill me today. At least that’s what I’m telling everyone. We decided to finally clean the room for the first time in months, but in addition to that I decided it was time to reorganize the furniture and computer area. And by reorganize, I mean throw out all the old furniture and buy new stuff. It was high time. Up until today I was using the very same computer desk that I got when I was 13. And I took two separate desks and kinda formed a pseudo-corner desk. Mad ghetto.
In the process of this reorganizational endeavor is when the fiendish attempt on my life took place. We moved my brother, Michael’s, bed out of it’s place in order to clean and vacuum underneath, and while he was moving the mattress, he bumped into a huge mirror we have. It’s borderless. Just a big glass rectangular mirror. So the corners are sharp. Well, the mirror fell…. onto my head. And the corner made direct contact. Thankfully, it missed my eye by an inch or two, but made quite a nice indentation into my face and then proceeded to scratch itself down a good portion of my countenance. I said, “Ow.” It hurt. And then it started bleeding. Quite a bit.
And, as if that wasn’t enough, we were moving a chair, also with sharp metal edges, and Michael proceeded to jerk it around in such a way that it caught my finger in a tight, sharp place, and gouged out a huge gash across two knuckles. This one also hurt. It looked pretty deep, but I’ma just let it heal.
Neither wound looks as bad now as it did earlier today, but they were still mean acts to do to me, if I do say so myself.
But we did get to Staples and Ikea and got a new computer desk, a leather manager’s chair, one of those floor plastic things to put under the chair, and two Billy Bookcases. Yes, the bookcases are called “Billy.” Gotta love them Sweeds.
Here is an image of my new computer area. It is not yet complete, and the wall severely needs a new paint job, but here it is as of now.
I’ll post more pictures once the area is complete, but until then, I bid thee farewell.