crawling outta my skin

*crawls out of the bad idea that was cleaning* Save me. Someone saaaaaaaaave me. Why, oh why, did I think this would be a good idea? I'll straighten Bob, I thought. I'll sort the AG stuff and put it away neatly and in order and holyshit, why are they all still in holiday gear, I should totally fix that! No! Wait, first things first! Oh mygod, how long has it been since I've looked out this window aside from worrying that the neighbors have seen more of my ass than they probably want in the morning because my blinds fell down and I was too lazy to put them back up and then threaten them properly (the blinds, not the neighbors)?

How many new ponies did I buy? Huh, I wonder which ones I'm missing; do I have all the ones I wanted aside from Fashion Style Applejack? Oh, hey, look, this might have the Kids Inc stuff I told luxken27 I thought I had around here somewhere. Ohoh, I should get rid of some of these magazines! OHGoD, I'm BORED. Look! Books! Hey, a SVH blurb. Heyyyyy, a present from the ex, where's my trashbag?


So. The good news is that my AG stuff is sorted, my blinds are up, I did find one of the KI things I thought existed (the "hey, aren't the chicks from Wild Orchid the same chicks who were on KI" thing), and 7 magazines made it to the trash. Huzzah? Also, it's still nice enough that when I go back to sort through the empty boxes I should really either break down or use to resume the packing I should be doing for the eventual move, it'll be nice in there again.

I just have no desire to go back any time soon.

I'm now at that jittery stage where I should do something to calm down, but I don't know what that would be because my brain is still screaming saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaave me so I'm thinking my room is the last place I should be for the next hour or so.

Still. Progress.

Also, self, you are not allowed to buy any more magazines unless they're Halloween ones. Seriously. No room at the inn.