I just spent two hours cleaning the general area around my desk. Carted three trashbags full of shit out, a bookbag full of shit up to my bedroom, and a chair and old computer monitor down to the basement. 
I've got a stack of dirty CDs I want to clean and listen to/see whats on them and see what among them I want to keep, but I can't call up the effort to do so now. I'm gonna start vacuuming in the morning once everyone's up.
As I was walking down the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish, I wish he'd go away.