verbicide | yay, free time!

It's a little weird, but I love cleaning up after parties. And I mean, not just my own. Everything is so ridiculously messy, that I get a weird kick out of organizing the chaos into neat, orderly piles for the dishwasher, putting away linens. I think I would love it a lot less if I didn't have a dishwasher, obviously. Kitchen mess doesn't gross me out at all.

Things are mostly tidied up now, I think one more load of dishes and it'll be done.

For some reason, I find cleaning and organizing my office to be a Herculean task. Because the past couple of days have been so packed, I really wanted to force some home-time into today. I think the office is so hard because it is a problem without a current solution. My bookshelves are exploding, and despite having an enormous, barn-door-sized desk top, there's no way to organize the insanity. And I clean it and it just gets messy again, in like days. Argh. But the ridiculous thing is--it only takes like 20 minutes to clean it (the desk, not the exploding bookshelves).

I decided not to make the drive out to West Seattle this morning. Instead, OB, Em and I will have dinner tomorrow and I can fork over the stew then. I'm meeting Tony at 5 for more disc-exchange-y-goodness, and then I can walk over to the Paramount for Wicked. So I have the entire glorious day to myself!

What I really want to do is sit on the couch and catch up on tv, but I have to clean this desk. However, it seems, by writing about it, I don't have to actually do it. Hrm.

*hauls self off by scruff of neck*