8hours later

the vacuum cleaner is on- which means all my stuff is piled outside my door.
Cereal in one hand and plastic in the other I walk out the door to the recycling bins with an arcade fire song stuck in my hang-over free head from the night before. Praise. By the time I reach the car my cereal is a newly created spongy water logged land mass surrounded by a small mote of rain drop tainted milk. Chilly dog.

Finally, I am fed up with this mess I've let myself amass during the first month of school. Only one strictly kept diagonal trail of carpet from my door to my half empty dresser is still available. clutter bug breeding parties in my multiple piles of clothing.>< ok. no more complaining and writing silly rainy day blogs. startinggggggg...it's 337...