A few weeks ago I cleaned out my car completely, inside and out. I even went as far as taking stain remover and getting rid of all the various stains I had in the carpet and on the floor rugs. It took me about a whole day to do this and afterwards I felt very good about myself.
This process was intensely therapeutic, and inspired me to start the task of stepping up game and completely cleaning out my room. The plan was as follows: I would do all my laundry, get rid of every single piece of old junk (no matter how nostalgic it made me feel), throw away anything I cannot use or sell, organize my belongings, set aside things to sell or give away (e.g. clothes, cds, etc.) and live happily ever after in my newly reinvigorated room.
This has gone horribly wrong however, and now my living quarters look a bit like a waterless model of hurricane Katrina's wreckage. I don't know what to do and I can't leave it the way it is.
Goddammit.
Friday, March 7, 2008
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