It's Tidy!

Ahhh, that's so much better. Junk is pushed into cupboards and hidden behind my boxes of comics, and unless anyone is actually *looking* for mess, it looks very tidy. And then I tidied the rest of the house. No, I've not gone mad, my mum told me to because she hates it being messy when someone is coming round. So the whole house looks pretty good. Especially my room. I really like it when it's like that. And who knows, maybe I'll even keep it looking nice this time (yeah right!). Or to quote Monk, "Anything's possible... Except that."

So now I'm exhausted, and I've got a pounding headache. So I'm going to take paracetamol, make a cup of tea and then sit and watch House (New episode! Squeeeeeee!) while stuffing my face with Lebkuchen. I think I've earned it.

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Ugh. I hate tidying. So much for thinking it wouldn't take all day, it's only half done. Looking around, it didn't look that bad, but when I got started I was doomed. Started at one end and worked my way across, any I'm about half way there. And it's not like we're talking about an enormous room here.

The problem is, I have no storage space. Or rather all my storage space is full. Of junk. I'm a hoarder, and while I managed to get myself out of saving empty shampoo bottles and the like, there is still a lot of stuff in my room that I just can't bring myself to throw out. Stuff that I'll never use, that has no value, not even the sentimental kind. Like my cupboard full of old mobile phone chargers and broken headphones, for example! I cleared out some of that stuff though. But one day I need to sort it out properly, or I will drown in junk!