It is my fondest wish these days to have a room of my own. This fantasy (because in a two bedroom house that is currently inhabited by three people during the week, four during the weekends, and also two puppies and one cat, a room of my own is as fantastic a wish to have as - oh - having a million dollars?) has been taking shape over the last several years and occasionally finds me surfing websites about yurts and 'tumbleweed houses'. I become glazed-eyed and desperate when looking at photos of tiny spaces built for one. I drool. I want. *Sigh* Tonight, I shall be content with not having smoked for two days, being taken out to dinner by my beloved, and good marks in school. One day, though, I shall have either a yurt, a tumbleweed house, or a room of my own. *nods emphatically*
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