behind closed shades

i'm sure i've blogged about this before, but i find it important and appearing once again, so i'll mention it. The state of my apartment, i find, reflects perfectly my mental state. When the place is a mess and in a flux, my own mind and life seems to be a mess as well. similarly, every now and again, it needs a remodel... some new organization... a good dusting... and perhaps some nails or window shades need to be replaced here and there... new apartment... new me? or are we always the same no matter how much remodeling and work we do behind our shades?

on another note... heath ledger? really?
i practically couldn't ring the next guy out for his prescription when i was told that he OD-ed.