i walk around my apartment, meticulously cleaning up after myself after every dirty dish, every scrap of paper that i've scribbled something on, and sweeping the floors every time that chicken jumps onto/ off of something. last night in an attempt to force myself into a project i've put off -- i made a giant mess of my room. it's not so giant that 10 minutes couldn't fix, but as my room is rather small and of an extreme small height for the majority, any mess appears giant in comparison.
the attempt was successful, however and there is a new species emerging. i haven't any idea what it is, but chicken showed his approval when he sat on it. obviously that means it's comfortable and fun.