alexist

I had a good night's sleep, but still feel like my body's been put through the wars. How do I do that?

I was woken up at 8:00 by the cat. I was most displeased. My dream had just segued from sci-fi into an alternate reality where I was attractive, sexy, and had met someone great. Then the cat decided to sit on me.

Today, I will clean up my room and halt the tide of junk. Honest.

I decided to clean first, in the hope that this would reveal more space. This was a good plan. My TV/DVD/VCR are on top of a small cabinet with a drawer. After I cleaned out the cabinet, I had room to store all my magazines. I'd had some in there (the ones I saved when we moved--I bundled up my ~3 years worth of The Economist, but kept the special issues). I'm such a pack rat. I have a bunch of old course packs (the Xerox packs of class readings) in there. I know I won't need them again, yet I'm unable to throw them out. I've also got loads of videotapes in there, most of which I will never watch again. A sensible person would throw them out. I won't. Eventually, I will. But it'll take extreme pressure. I throw things out when I'm totally out of space to keep them. Then, just enough of the oldest/most useless stuff goes. I have a fairly small room now, so the pressure's fairly acute. The room I had from 2 to 21 was nice and big and I had lots of shelves and drawers. It allowed me to indulge myself shamelessly. :-)

I then tackled and reorganized the bookshelves, and dusted everything. I've just got to do the shelves on my desk, which I use as a kind of overflow zone, mainly for reference books I tend to need when I'm sitting there. Then I have to fold and iron the enormous basket of laundry next to my bed, and vacuum the carpet.

(who sadly has no LJ account)

Sumer is ycomen in,
Loude sing cuckou!
Groweth seed and bloweth meed,
And springth the wode now.
Sing cuckou!