I just stepped on not one, but TWO multi tools in my trek to the bathroom.
I so desperately want to have a clean apartment, but it just isn’t happening. The way things work around here, I clean and no less than 6 hours later (unless I’m home alone) things are scattered again.
It just doesn’t do much for motivating me to clean again.
Luckily it’s not gross or anything like that, it’s just ridiculously cluttered. After narrowly escaping a gash to my foot, I’m seriously going to reward myself with some sort of tool storage to at least get Ryan’s random ’stuff’ out of the way. We don’t have much extra floor space either, so I’m in the market for something I can mount on the wall.
I’ve recently learned that I’m pretty much obsessed with storage space–no joke. Ryan has a twin bed at home with built-in drawers. It’s coming down here when his mom moves [along with her washer and dryer–squeee!] and it’s gonna replace the busted futon. I think I’m gonna put the games under there and maybe some of the sheets or something…I’m not sure. Either way, I’ll be freeing up hall closet space for some of the other stuff that’s floating around in the room.
In fact, I actually think I’ll run upstairs and work on some of that. I started last night and just got exhausted.
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