TheEarl
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My room is appalling.
No, really. This isn't me being self-effacing or anything, it's a tip. Even by twenty-something bloke standards.
Normally, I'm reasonably together with it, but I got on a bit of a slide a month or so ago which, coupled with a little bit of depression, has led to the mess growing. And breeding. And evolving (I think. Either that, or God's got a greater plan for the changing strata of my overflowing rubbish bin's contents). The problem is that once you have a bit of mess, it becomes so much easier to make piles of things, rather than try to sort out where everything should go.
This is my shirt pile. So, when I take off my suit after work, it makes sense to put my shirt there. After all, there's a precedent and the laundry basket is full of coathangers. And blocking the wardrobe door, so that I can't put new shirts away (Don't question it; denial is a vital part of this!).
Where was I? Oh yes, mess breeds mess. And boy has my mess been busy. So, I'm busy diving in and sorting out all of my shit tonight. Got music on, got oil burning and looking for company to distract me during slow times.
Anyone around?
The Earl
No, really. This isn't me being self-effacing or anything, it's a tip. Even by twenty-something bloke standards.
Normally, I'm reasonably together with it, but I got on a bit of a slide a month or so ago which, coupled with a little bit of depression, has led to the mess growing. And breeding. And evolving (I think. Either that, or God's got a greater plan for the changing strata of my overflowing rubbish bin's contents). The problem is that once you have a bit of mess, it becomes so much easier to make piles of things, rather than try to sort out where everything should go.
This is my shirt pile. So, when I take off my suit after work, it makes sense to put my shirt there. After all, there's a precedent and the laundry basket is full of coathangers. And blocking the wardrobe door, so that I can't put new shirts away (Don't question it; denial is a vital part of this!).
Where was I? Oh yes, mess breeds mess. And boy has my mess been busy. So, I'm busy diving in and sorting out all of my shit tonight. Got music on, got oil burning and looking for company to distract me during slow times.
Anyone around?
The Earl