Why is it that the urge to clean my house only hits when I'm not at my house. I just wisked through the aisles of Wal-Mart picking up cleaning goods. Preparing for the great Organization... and now I'm home and I don't feel like it anymore. And yet my house is one big pile of cluttery mess. It's affecting everything I do. I need to finish my resumé, but not until my house is clean. I need to do laundry, but not until my house is clean. I need the maintenance guys to come over and fix my the plug in my bathroom sink, and my Garbage Disposal so that the water will drain and my Dishwasher will work, but not until my house is clean. It's a big frickin' wrench in everything. I don't even know where I'm going to put all of this stuff. I don't think there's room for all of it. I know there's not room for all of it. And not only that, but my trunk still hasn't been unpacked from school. Do I bring that stuff in now and deal with it with everything else, or do I leave it out there and deal with it when I have this catastrophe under hand. Damnation. Well, I guess I'll try and do this... let's see how it goes. I'll post some before and after shots tomorrow.