rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,

Stuff is Nonsense

Note to self: Don't start cleaning your room late in the evening.

Seriously. Piles and piles of stuff shifted about, and comparatively little thrown away. I can't use the room until I finish getting rid of this stuff or putting it back where it was (and if I do that I'll just have to dig it out to go through it again another day.)

Things. Things and their agenda. They want to own me. Pwned!

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