clean my room and keep it clean

Room has been cleaned on the surface! Not that it’s functionally clean, which is a definite stipulation of the goal, but its carpet is vacuumed, its mirrors are cleaned and there is walking space galore. The bed’s made, the closet and two drawers are organized… definitely a step up. Good times!

Now to only make it so that all the things I shoved into neat piles on various shelves belong there. Once that’s been accomplished, I’m crowning this project finished once and for all!

Setback: have stayed up late with intention of cleaning room and have accomplished… well, virtually nothing. The Pit of Doom still remains as such. Crap.

This will require some thought. Do I forego yet another day of work (and pay!) to stay home and clean or take my chances with the parental unit cleaning my room for me? Or, additionally, stay up all night cleaning and just drink lots and lots of coffee tomorrow?

(I am afraid I might resort of the latter. Crap, again.)

So, the grandpa is coming and staying in my room. Joy of joys. Not that I don’t love my grandpa, but my room? Is a PIT. A PIT, I tell you. There’s no current picture of what my room looks like here, but to get a general idea, take a look at my college dorm room. On a medium day.

Oh yes, it gets worse. And this room at home is definitely of the “worse” category.

Not to mention that I have a twelve-hour workday tomorrow. “Inventing the 36-hour day” is totally going to be one of my 43 Things, eventually. With this life, how could it not be? Dude.

Plus, I only have until tomorrow to clean this thing. Seven years of severe unkemptness and I’ve got twelve hours to fix it.

...I just—I don’t even know where to start. How do you even start? Seriously!

Crap.

Method of Eradication: I—I guess I’ll start with clothes. Picking up all the clothes and towels and bedclothes. Then we’ll see about moving papers around, or something. I just… wow.