n'est pas

Ok and someday maybe the sanding and painting will get done and the sink will stop attacking people and that stupid tiny basketball goal will get tacked up and the dartboard will go up and the pictures will go up and the furniture will get built and the and the batteries will be found and the curtains will go up and the floor will be swept for good and the cushions will start working and the brown water will turn clear and everything will go somewhere and everything will look perfect and there will be a dog somewhere who won't recognize me and it would be horrible because everything in my head is still half-finished everything is in the form of exciting new plan and in the form of that drawing on a paper plate and and then I will get sentimental about plywood and November.
It's strange to be the type of person nostalgic for things that were supposed to happen.

plywood, seriously i know.