My Mess

My room is a hole right now. A hole from which dirty laundry and paper and towels and books and movies and blankets and dishes cannot escape. Just to clarfiy: it's messy, not dirty...I'm not living in absolute squalor. Sometimes it's nice to be surrounded by your things, comforting to look around and see little bits of you piled everywhere. I know some comment can be made about materialism and consumerism can be made here, but I don't care to. The point is that my room has definitely crossed from "nice clutter" to "piles of mess that are out to eat my feet and anything I mistakenly put down on the floor".

Starting the cleaning process right now. Well, I'm thinking about it anyway. Creating a plan of attack to outwit my dirty laundry.

Walked downtown today, such a mistake. I couldn't feel my legs by the time I got to MarketFresh. Stupid Canadian winter. I really just wanted something vaguely sweet but not chocolate (as I've made a bet with myself that I can go two weeks without it. Trust people, this is a big thing for me). Ended up buying a few things. Bad news for Toni as it meant I had to make room for my food in the already very full fridge.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Susan's screenname described it best: "Ahh, the shrieks of the damned...aka toni cleaning out the fridge." There were about a billion pounds of old yogurt and another billion pounds of vegetables in various stages of rot. We all buy vegetables and fully intend to eat them but then we end up eating eggs and bread all the time....or something else equally unvegetable-like. I definitely got rotten vegetable juice all over my hand and shrieked like a little girl.

You would have too. Trust.