Success!

[azurelunatic]

I have had my shower, and my room is clean. There is much visible floor. I can't start revising my English paper quite yet; I can't work on the portion of the science homework that needs Visio, or on the Database homework. I could stand to give my speech about Shawn a run-through, to check the time.

I suppose I could make my bed. I suppose I could vacuum the floor in here, or the living room floor, or clean out the refrigerator. I could sweep and mop my bathroom floor. I could put away Votania's laundry for her. I could wake the sleeping five year old and feed him.

With all these things remaining, one would think I shouldn't be feeling so peaceful.

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[azurelunatic]

I use a system of binders, sorting and hole-punching or putting in those plastic sleeves like papers, sorted by date.

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[amberfox.livejournal.com]

Hmm... That might be a good idea. I know that's what Dad does with the investment reports; maybe we should expand it to some of the other paperwork.

[azurelunatic]

I'm Chaotic Good -- a strong system of organization is the only thing that's kept me halfway able to function in the modern world.

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[amberfox.livejournal.com]

*looks around the room and nods sheepishly* Yeah, I only manage well when I'm organized. The chaos just keeps creeping back when I'm not looking. I guess it's time to get organized again, while I still have at least a vague idea of what's where.

[azurelunatic]

It's time for me to go through the Boxes Of Stuff and organize those. I have accumulator boxes, you see, which I put my chaos into until I can iron it out.

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[amberfox.livejournal.com]

I have those. Of course, many of mine are in a storage building at the moment. I wish you luck; if they're like mine, you'll need it. Well, patience and determination, really, but luck never hurts.

[azurelunatic]

There are only four or five of them, and they're small...

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[amberfox.livejournal.com]

*blinks in awe* Wow....

[azurelunatic]

I cleaned up a few months ago; I have a three-hole punch in my school binder, and one on my desk at home. My father got it for my birthday one year, since I kept snagging his.

Now I have to go through my old binders and figure out what to keep and what to pitch.

...I'm still boggled by this morning's smack in the face from the universe.