For some reason I find it funny that the first day of the new month is a Monday. The first day of the week in the first week of the month. It's like someone pressed the reset button on my calender. This morning I woke up thinking I should do something fresh, something new, something appropriate to this special day.
So I sat up in my bed and looked around. There's my bookshelf, rather empty. Perhaps I should get some books. I should read more. And there's my desk. It's not even that small, but maybe I should get a bigger one. It's quite a mess. I should rearrange it someday. But then, perhaps it would only be a rearranged mess.
And then there's my clothes rack. Five stories full of stuff that I collected over the past few years. I looked at it and let out a sigh. Alright, that's it. That's my mission for today. To redo and categorize all my folded clothing goods. Pullovers, v-necks and long-sleeves. Chinos, jeans and corduroys. It's a brand new day.
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