I spend way too much time in this room, mostly in the chair at the far end of the room facing the camera. It’s long and narrow, and when it’s a day when the room is full, it can get a bit claustrophobic. The weirdness of the room is because it used to be the waiting room and reception area of a doctor’s office.
But in black and white, it looks artsy.
(LJ/Dreamwidth readers: The crossposter I use for both these services does not attach the featured image, so you will have to click through the link at the bottom of the post to see the image.)
I’m still at them. Although I’ve discovered once again that the carpet in my room is red. (Also, we’re not going to talk about the closet — the closet will get handled in the next stage, which is called ‘one box a night’.
I have learned a few things:
- Cleaning rooms, especially when I’ve let it get really bad, sucks the big one.
- I need to come up with a better system of handling the books and papers that come into my room.
- I need to come up with a better system about cramming epic levels of stuff into my room. (A blessed bag of holding would be really awesome about this point…)
- I need to be better at dealing with the chores that failure to do make the room messier — taking out the trash and doing laundry are probably excellent starts, although the “putting clothes away” part of laundry would also be a good thing.
- I am reminded once again that paper cuts suck.
- I am reminded once again that the things one needs to do to avoid identity theft also suck.
Anyway, I’ve still got a lot to do and approximately four hours to do it, so back to work.
Any motivation you care to provide me in the comments would be awesome.
I spent most of the weekend mucking out my room. That is, I’ve been in there cleaning it up from the disaster-area state that it was in and moving things around.
It’s not completely done. There’s a lot of things in boxes, and I’ve got a lot of sorting ahead. But my carpet has been revealed as a completely depressing shade of red and you can actually walk from the door all the way to the bed.
I’m not used to this!
So you can imagine my surprise when I’m curled up on the bed relaxing after having worked rather hard on the room, re-reading John Scalzi’s Old Man’s War and munching on some black licorice I bought at the store earlier when, suddenly, there’s a snuffling and the dog appears at the side of the bed, looking longingly at my treats and giving me the sad puppydog eyes.
I moved over to let her get on the bed, and shared a few of my treats (I know; I’m so cruel) and she’s been on the bed since, staying put even as I fetched the camera and took the shot.
Such are the perils of clean rooms, I tell you.