December 17th, 2008
Okay, my room has reached epic levels of messiness. I have a hazmat suit, Folie Á Deux, and a taser. I'm going in. PRAY FOR ME.
It is to the stage now where if a book is even partway to kind of within a few shades of the beige-ish colour palette of the guest room, and I am not breaking up a set by doing so, I sneak it down to the shelves there and hope my mum doesn't notice and/or throw a spazzfest when she does.
I need to STOP BUYING BOOKS; the entire right attic is still filled with boxes of them, and I have a stack at least as tall as I am that I have yet to even crack open.
Anyway! Measurable progress has been made on my room, so BRB CHRISTMAS TREE.
OM NOM PLACEBO EFFECT.
Whatever, or whoever: thank you.
And now, I am going to nap.