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Last night was night 2 of operation Clean Yer Muthafucking Room! Casualties: 3 and counting swiffer dusters and 2 bags of garbage. The mountain of crap on my desk has been dessimated, you can see more of the surface than I can ever remember. I've also started vacuuming. It was pretty late when I started that so I figured I'd do it in sections. It's pretty gross, between dog hair, my hair, feathers that have escaped from my pillows and little green air soft pellets I've almost filled up the canister on the vacuum. (Okay, I'm not that gross, the last person to use it didn't empty it) Yuck! As a result I coughed and sniffled and sneezed all night. Next I need to find a good home for the pile of extra pillows beside my bed, purge the shit in my nightstand and move it, then it's on to the closet. That will be the scariest task of all. Then, when all that is done I can start mounting stuff on the walls, like my new mirror, the wall shelf I got from Ikea, and the pictures that got taken down when my new furniture came.
Exciting, I know.
Exciting, I know.