When I Begin to Clean...

Today, I randomly decided to straighten up the papers on the end of my desk. This led me to clean out my papers drawer. I found all sorts of notes I'd kept to remind myself of things last semester. And papers that had been handed out in class which I no longer needed. So I ended up doing some nice cleaning on that. But that lead to me cleaning out another drawer. And another. And then organizing the shelves on the end of my desk, as well as everything else on my desk.

This led me to realise that my part of the closet could use a bit of organizing. And my dresser could really use it too. I need to sort out and box the clothes which are too warm to really wear right now. That means I'll have to sort out the boxes underneath my bed.

In order to do all this, I find that I shall just have to spend most of my weekend straightening, organizing and tossing. I didn't do much of it last semester, so it'll be quite a job. This means I'll have to do most of my homework tomorrow morning and Friday afternoon to clear out time on Saturday, since I'd rather not do any of this on Sunday.

As I sat at Java tonight having coffee with a friend, I began contemplating whether or not cleaning off the end of my desk was really worth it. Commenting on this to my friend, she began laughing at my cleaning (and homework coming on weekdays rather than on the weekends) blues.

Apparently, I am now volunteered to come and help her clean her room up the following weekend. Then we will proceed to rearrange her furniture. And sometime, I'm teaching two different people how to knit. And still doing all my homework and my student-job. Hmm... and all this by deciding to sort out fifteen loose sheets of paper.

Maybe I should have just left them sitting there until May. Like everyone else would have done.