Cleaning

Holy hell; what a slob I've been. I can't believe how much shit -- and the type of shit -- I've been throwing out. I've filled four trash bins. I need a damned dumpster! And while my living area looks fine, my bedroom doesn't even look like I've touched it! CRAP! And the basement; the half dirt one... yeah, whole other story. Granted, this is years of collecting miscellaneous things that may come in useful down the road, but if they're covered in four layers of dust, I'm assuming I don't need them anytime soon. So GONE!

It would be much easier if my roof was fixed. This leaking crap is lame. Can't use that back room for anything, and with the new bedroom stuff on its way, I need to. Guess I'll just have to move it back there and cover it in plastic for the time being. But that carpet will need to be replaced (and obviously, the ceiling that's falling apart). Hum. Well, once it's fixed, I'll discuss those things with Mr. Landlord.

Ok, bedtime (more or less).