kjpepper | Hey look, I accomplished something.

Well. I've made significant headway into the pile in front of my dresser. The monster conglomerate of boxes and bags is gone, leaving a rubbermaid crate and two smallish boxes that contain stuff that eventually will live in my closet. I've also mined the crate under my desk for tag-saleable morsels, determined that the other crate was sundart's, not mine (and subsequently evicted it from my room), and emptied a flat crate of its contents and filled it with various craft stuff and shoved it into the yawning cavern under my bed.

I have a box of tag sale stuff and some cardboard to go downstairs. I also have a cubic assload of paper recycling. My desk is a bit of a disaster, as various and sundry small items discovered along the way are temporarily living atop it. Somewhere in that mess are quite a few tender vittles in the shape of gift certificates to various places. yeah baby.

The crate under my desk is full of notebooks. The other crate is full of toys. Beenie babies, my little ponies, charms and other plastic tchotkes that I can't deal with until the bigger stuff is trashed/put away. Speaking of which, my trash can, which was empty this afternoon, is now full, and there's a pile of paper recycling and another of cardboard waiting to go downstairs.

I'm almost to the point where I can stop unpacking my room and start decorating it. Sweet.