My (unmade) bed is almost always used as a make-shift closet - even though my actual closet is less than three feet away. Also the headboard, which I disassembled nearly a month ago, has yet to be reassembled. Assembly = 4 screws. Sometimes my laziness appalls me.
A pile has grown next to my dresser. It's been there so long I'm not even sure what's at the bottom of it, but I can tell you the top is comprised of magazines I'll never have time to read and financial documents that probably shouldn't be laying around. Also, full garbage can. Ew.
My closet. Dear dear dear closet. I've tried so hard to tame you and yet, I often can't even open you without moving something first. I'm sure this means I have too much stuff and yet, I still dream or organizing you into submission.
And let's not forget the other areas of my house... bathroom storage and food storage. The bathroom actually isn't that bad, and it could probably take in some of the unwanteds from my bedroom, but the pantry - I've got plans for you, my friend.
And there you have it - before shots from today's game. It's on. It is so on.
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