Cleaning...
Jan. 8th, 2004 11:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpepperHoly crap. You would not believe the mess capacity of a room as small as ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sundarts and my bedroom. It seems the more I keep unearthing shit, the more shit there is.
Have about reached the halfway point, distancewise. The area between the bookshelf and the bed is clear, the bookshelf itself is straightened, and I have at last gone through (and recycled much of) the crap in my crate. I own too much crap, need to get rid of the stuff that I don't like, that doesn't fit, or that I'm never going to wear/use. I must resist the dominant pack rat genes in my heritage, damn it. I don't need much of this crap.
The other half of the room is still a cesspit of paper, laundry (clean, halfworn, and dirty) and tchochkes that I still have to wade through. Debating whether to stay up and do this. I'm kind of on a roll, so I might, but first I think I will make some cocoa and take some tylenol, as I've got a fierce headache. And I have to let my ass explode, as my digestive system is revolting rather violently against the alfredo sauce idea. *sigh* Well, I'm sorry, but even I get sick of tomato based sauces on my pasta sometimes. Excuse me for doing something different. Sheesh.
Cocoa now.
sundarts and my bedroom. It seems the more I keep unearthing shit, the more shit there is.Have about reached the halfway point, distancewise. The area between the bookshelf and the bed is clear, the bookshelf itself is straightened, and I have at last gone through (and recycled much of) the crap in my crate. I own too much crap, need to get rid of the stuff that I don't like, that doesn't fit, or that I'm never going to wear/use. I must resist the dominant pack rat genes in my heritage, damn it. I don't need much of this crap.
The other half of the room is still a cesspit of paper, laundry (clean, halfworn, and dirty) and tchochkes that I still have to wade through. Debating whether to stay up and do this. I'm kind of on a roll, so I might, but first I think I will make some cocoa and take some tylenol, as I've got a fierce headache. And I have to let my ass explode, as my digestive system is revolting rather violently against the alfredo sauce idea. *sigh* Well, I'm sorry, but even I get sick of tomato based sauces on my pasta sometimes. Excuse me for doing something different. Sheesh.
Cocoa now.
