Monday, August 2, 2010

Holy Cow, Guys!

The last few days have been a horrifying journey through the mountains of clothing and crap piled in my bedroom. On Friday I decided that I was going to clean out my room. Not the usual "clean" where you move a few things around, hang up some clothes, and call it a day. No, I'm cleaning my room out. I'm going through everything and throwing out anything that I don't need. Right now I'm taking a lunch break to escape the unbelievably messy disaster zone I try to sleep in.

This is it right now.

Every 6 months or so, it gets to the point where going into my bedroom gives me panic attacks due to the lack of clean space. I usually try to ignore the feeling, sometimes moving out onto the couch in the family room, but after about two weeks of being aware of the discomfort, I give in. I suck it up and clean my room. This time, I put off cleaning for probably eight or nine months, and now my room is uninhabitable. You wouldn't know it from looking at the photo, but I've actually made quite a dent so far. I started this morning at nine a.m. so I'm taking a lunch break and resting a bit.

And I've only shown you the doorway. The rest of my room isn't any better.


Now it's time to conquer the land of forgotten trash.

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