Hero

In a meme borrowed from joelbear's journal: who is your hero? Name only one, even if you have to think really hard:

That's an easy one. My hero is Jim Henson.

Laboring

Contrary to my seemingly sometime slobbish appearance, I genuinely *heart* a clean apartment.

Thanks to the enthusiastic (and some say supernatural) organizational powers of zombietruckstop, my home office -- once a nether-region of junk and forgotten memories -- is now a completely livable, usable room. Six boxes of stuff went to Out Of The Closet, six more boxes of junk went into the trash.

I realized that, while there are still things I intend to collect, it doesn't mean I have to collect *everything*. Slowly but surely, I am putting my pack-rat ways behind me. Baby steps.

With the help of fidgetcub's muscle, we even got rid of Deskzilla(tm), and purchased a tiny and stylish new corner desk at Ikea. Now there's a place for everything, and everything's in its place -- and and the room can actually be used for houseguests. We'll test this theory this weekend as LA is invaded by troops from the midwest.

Energized by Saturday's white tornado, I continued cleaning on Sunday and Monday, making our bedroom once again a serene place of relaxation (and monkey sex). You see, our bedroom has long been under the nefarious reign of the evil Laundry the Hutt, who draped his wretched carcass over most of the room. No longer -- because now, we have lovely fabric baskets. Organization reigns supreme.

Mid-day Monday, I turned off all the fans and TVs and music. As I lay down on the bed for a quick nap, I realized just how quiet our apartment really is, if we want it to be. It was very relaxing, and I found myself drifting off to sleep around 5pm -- and didn't wake up until this morning at 8am.

It's like I've pushed my reset button, flashed my PRAM, defragged my drive, and rebuilt my desktop, all at once. Life is good.