The first thing I did today was break my curtains. With a lazy, still-lying-in-bed tug from me adding to the weight of the enormous climbing houseplant tied to them for support, my curtain rail and a few essential bits of plastic inside it finally gave up the ghost. I tried to fix them, but I don’t think that even the miracle of Duck Tape is going to help.
I’ve kept the door to my lighter, more airy room closed and so far, my parents haven’t noticed. I need to do something about this, but I’m not sure what. Saying “I broke my curtains” would be a good start, but I’d rather think of some other ideas first.