measi's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm such a pack rat I've been putting some decent hours into cleaning this place out today-- starting to pack things up, getting that last round of laundry done, etc. And as I go, I'm trying to throw out as much as I possibly can. I'm such a pack rat. *sigh* I know I'm actually doing pretty well-- just getting started early was the best thing I could have done, particularly with how much stuff I needed to go through and clean out. I am making progress, and I now have a "corner" (aka non-traffic area) of my room cleaned out and reserved strictly for boxes. I have one box completely packed, one book box in progress, and a milk crate of some video tapes. I'm waiting for things to calm down in the basement so I can start getting these last two big loads of laundry done, and then maybe I can pack the excess clothes in either a box or my duffel bag. But I still have so much f-ing crap. And unfortunately a lot of it is penpalling shit that I just need to go through once we move out. I just don't have time, and it's going to make such a mess as I go through it. I think I'll probably just leave it in storage, and either work at it IN the storage shed, or bring it to the apartment a box at a time. There's just soooooo much stuff, and a lot of it is simply due to the fact that I took the last six months off or so. I don't plan on swapping friendship books or anything in such a high volume as I used to, but until I can get these things moving, I need to keep them in these boxes. I'm tempted to toss them out, but the responsible swapper in me tells me not to-- I committed to swapping these things, so I need to spend the postage to get them moving again. It's just so f-ing scary how much paper was in this apartment. No wonder I never could get it to look clean. *sigh* I just hope that somehow I can get together with [erich] sometime early this week to get as many boxes out of here as possible early-- just so I have the room to work. It will fill up quickly. And the less that's here, the faster I can get out of here on Saturday. AND the easier it will be for me to do a final cleaning of the apartment. I seriously need to learn how to throw shit away as it needs to be done, rather than keep making piles. Ugh. 5:32 p.m. - 25 August 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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