Laying in my bed surrounded by mountains of clothes, papers, and various other items, all of which do a marvellous job of disguising the floor and furniture. The rain out side is light but set in. There is a loud trickling where the gutters are over flowing. I almost can't be bothered moving a muscle but the place is in desperate need of tidying up. Not because of the disorganised state but due to the fact that it's getting hard to walk and actually make contact with the floor and there is a slight funk in the air.
Time to be ruthless and dispose of all those papers just gathering dust, the clothes I no longer wear, and the gifts I received years ago and never touched. Time to dig out all the useless little sentimental bits and pieces and decide again whether or not to keep them. They may be worth something one day. That's usually what I tell myself. In reality how much can an incomplete set of Crazy Bones go for on eBay? As usual they are bound to still be in the drawer when I've finished cleaning up and sorting out. That's if I actually get started.
Here We Go
God knows what could end up typed on here given some time. Highly opinionated and unsubstantiated dribble no doubt. This is because I have a nasty habit of typing whatever comes to mind. It could be wholesome, it could be offensive. Whatever it may be it'll be honest...
...maybe.
...maybe.
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