I thought that I would share an adventure that I had tonight.
Apparently I thought that it would be an absolutely brilliant idea to tear my room apart and put it back together at 9 o'clock at night.
Ah, my brilliances stuns you, doesn't it?
The thing is, if I get an idea in my head of something that I want to do, it spins around and around and refuses to let me sleep.
Additionally, I already have a problem with sleeping, so if I have something spinning around in my head (accompanied by all the other spinny stuff that's already going on) it would just be less effort to just get whatever is bugging me done and go to bed, than to lay in bed twitching.
Or so I thought.
Before I get into the story, let me kindly inform you that my room was more trashed than it had been in months before I even started tearing it apart!
I had about three loads of laundry just staring into my soul.
(Please excuse the books, they're about the only 'untidy' things that I allow to chronically plague my room)
So getting to the point, the point of tearing my room apart was to switch my stuffed animal pile next to my desk (you can't see it in the picture, but I promise you it was there) with my bookshelf in my closet.
But first I had to move my dresser over.
In order to do that I had to take out the drawers.
This is shame-worthy, but here you go...
The horror!
(Keep in mind that this is after a really long day, and it's probably 10 o'clock-ish at this point.)
This is around the time I realize that this was a bad idea.
Like, really bad.
Because there is no way that I could sleep amidst that mess.
So I plowed on.
And the results were extremely worth-while.
Ahhh, I love having a clean room!
Except now I can't sleep.
Which is why I am blogging at 1 o'clock in the morning.
I love ya Sis!
Sincerely, Your Insomniac Sista