I'm a procrastinator. I'm someone who needs a deadline to force me into action. And there's nothing like an impending visit from my parents (tomorrow!) to get me off my butt and force me to get my apartment into shape. I've spent the night cleaning, finding places for things, and organizing. I'm down to only having one box left in my apartment (casettes and random small stuffed things--no idea what to do with either group).
Anyway, it feels good! My project now is to put things up on the walls, which remain totally blank. I always find that terribly depressing when I'm moving out, but when I've just moved in, it doesn't really bother me. I can't believe I've been here for over a month, though.
Current song in my head:
"Always Look on the Bright Side of Life" from The Life of Brian