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Carter and I just talked on the phone for about two hours and I cleaned almost my entire room. It was uncharacteristicly messy from me not having slept for nearly two months and tending to throw things around and spend long hours in front of my computer screen, not looking at the pit.
Now I can see that I do have a blue carpet, a blue desk (shoot, I found Halloween candy on my desk, do you realize how surprised and happy that made me?), and just everything in general. I still have work to do and I have a feeling that this one stack of stuff on top of my CPU is going to come crashing down on my head soon...
And I just realized that I have a lot of books in my room. Seriously, I don't even want to start counting the stacks that's how bad it is. I'm afraid to see what's on my loft shelf. I think I have 62 items checked out from the public library, 12 from my school library, plus the hundreds that I own and ones that I've borrowed/stolen from people and all the books that I get free from work--withdrawn and donated stuff. It's very scary.
For having such a white room, my room is very... blue. Yeah...