daniil's Journal: Things on the floor

Two unfinished books;
A cellphone, its battery almost dead;
My blue denim bag;
My sister's rucksack and a sleeping bag;
Clothes that aren't mine (even though they'd probably even fit me);
An old guitar (out of tune) standing in the corner;
A Nokia cellphone charger;
Couple of notebooks -- probably my sister's;
A tube of Avon peel-off mask;
Speakers (stereo);
A dustbin under the table;
Dust.

Dust Demons living under my bed;
A letter informing me that I've been banned from posting comments on Slashdot;
Shadows hiding behind the bookshelves;
Darkness -- everywhere, even outside the window;
Invisible pawprints of an invisible cat (he's outside, hunting for real mice);
My feet, rather restless;
Letters escaping from books I've left lying on the floor. The carpet's infested with them. They're always on the move, forming letters and sentences -- whole pages of bad poetry and prose, if they happen to find a sheet of paper lying on the floor. They tend to infest my books, too, changing some words and sentences. Some of them eventually get tired and go back to where they belong; others, however, get sucked into the vacuum cleaner and are lost forever, leaving whole pages in my books empty.

Yeah, I know, I shouldn't leave my books lying on the floor.

Too much stuff on the floor

[October_30th]

Empty pizza boxes
Empty fizzy water bottles
Paid bills
DVD discs
Books
Clothes
Dust
Rucksack
Headphones
Plastic bags
Pillows