Day Five: Thank God it's whatever the hell day it is

As evidenced by the pictures, there are finally some changes afoot in my room. The ratio of empty floor space to cluttered floor space has increased significantly, thanks as usual to some new Ikea furniture. I finished building the Malm (dresser) at about 1:00 today, and it was surprisingly simple once I got the hang of assembling each individual drawer. But man, that thing is heavy. I don't think it's coming with me the next time I move (which will hopefully be never, since Palms will surely continue along its path to becoming the cultural mecca of Los Angeles and my apartment will, as a result, be the subject of seething envy).

So, yeah. Finished building the Malm and started filling it with clothes that I washed today (for those keeping track, that's four loads of laundry in a week, which used to be the amount I'd do in a month). Shockingly, I'm almost done with the whole room cleaning/organizing project. I wish I'd taken a picture of it on Monday, but to summarize, it looked like someone had ransacked it and then dumped a year's worth of laundry on the floor. I guess it's still not exactly the model of neatness, but at least it only looks like it was ransacked by someone with mild OCD.

On the exercise front, I played racquetball with Nancy at UCLA and got about four games in (of which I won one) before Nancy lost a toenail (a disturbingly common occurrence) and we had to call it a day. Later on, I worked on negating all that exercise by eating half a pint of Ben & Jerry's Karamel Sutra. But what's unemployment if not an excuse to clog your arteries as much and as often as possible? Exactly.