I just spent the past few hours cleaning and rearranging my room. Well, mostly I rearranged my closet and cleaned my desk, but I also brought in the shop-vac Ivar requisitioned from his parents and ran it over every inch. This place had gone too far.
I now have a huge space on my desk for working, rearranged so I have the bookshelf that was in the closet holding various things out on the desk to the right, moved the computer over so it's next to it. It blocks the bottom shelf, but I put the box of DVD cases there so it doesn't matter. I moved my monitor to the other side of the desk and now I have a huge workspace in the middle of my desk, and well—things aren't quite as lopsided as they were before.
Due to this I now have room to place my midi keyboard on the desk if I wish instead of holding the lug on my lap. Excellent.
Room, free room.
These songs of freedom, are all I ever sang.
Not drinking is going really, really well.
I went out to the Delta last night and ate food, David and Kristin showed up for a bit, then I came home, and I only had one drink while I was there—water.