. . narrr.

( Tired. )

Also tired of a dirty laundry pile that's probably taller than I am if piled up. But that I can actually do something about. *makes note to stop by bank and get quarters*

. . the books are coming to get me.

There is nooo way I have enough shelf space. (Or drawer space. Who knew how many clothes those piles hid?)

. . well. Not enough shelf space under current organization.

Which means I get to tackle the other horizontal surfaces (besides, y'know, the floor).

Where the frell is the Neil Diamond music? Hah.