At school, because I've had roommates, and fewer things with me, I keep the mess to a (relative) minimum, by my standards at least. But when I come home, all bets are off. I am not trying to make excuses, but part of the problem stems from the fact that I just don't have storage space for everything I own. Admittedly, most of the problem is that I am too lazy to hang up my clothes. Consequently, I live among mounds of garments, some dirty, most clean, and sleep next to a desk that is filled with mail, reminding me of my financial burdens and, um, other financial burdens (Does Sallie Mae need to send me mail every day? I haven't forgotten, Sallie, I see you.).
Today I decided to fix things. Here is what my room looked like before I started cleaning:



Most of my afters came out too blurry, but here's a glimpse:

Room for old friends!

Ignore the trash can. I hadn't taken it out yet!

I have more to do, but at least now I can get out of bed without having to worry about losing a limb or my precious working eye ball. YAAAY for cleaning. I am pretty sure blogging about cleaning you room is the number one most boring thing to write about, but sometimes we just need to celebrate our small accomplishments, don't we? Sometimes, in the wake of quarterlife crises, the small accomplishments are the biggest ones we have!
2 comments:
i was so confused when this post ended and there was nothing about a dead body. by the way, i love the rocker...i can see you sitting there with your monocle, sipping tea and enjoying a book.
HAHAAHAH i laughed out loud once i saw the photographs.
ps i'm happy to see you've cracked "zookeeper's wife" ;)
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