Whenever I am faced with the task of cleaning a living space, not including a bathroom or kitchen, I am terrified beyond wits and am not ready to deal with it. So I go and sit on my bed, read, explore the magical land of Interwebs, etc....
Eventually it gets to the point where if I don't clean it I'm gonna break an ankle. So I begrudgingly go over and stare bleakly at the mess.
"Just one more chapter...."
And it sits. Then once again I get up and I'm like, "Noooooooooooooooooooooooo...."
And then I "clean" it up.
This is what closets are made for. All the stuff I don't want sitting around...ta-da! Closet! And I shove all the junk in there, including trash, sometimes, and then forget about it.
Yay! Problem=no more
But someday my closet's door will fall of its hinges...I don't want to think about that right now....
And because I care, I shall change the color/font settings so that people who don't have my freakish eyes can enjoy my blog more.
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