I've managed to clear a pretty good pile of space. Right now my plan is to put the blue bins in the area currently occupied by keyboard and books. Dirty clothing goes in them, clean clothing gets stuffed into drawers and possibly a second bin in the closet. However, due to space constraints, that might have to change. *evil grin* I want as much floor space available as I can tolerate. *amused* There's some sort of phobia that is a fear of large places... I think I have the packrat's version of it.

On an entirely new note I seem to be having vicodin flashbacks. No, I don't know why. That little rush that hits when medication, specifically that medication, kicks in is currently dancing through my body at an astonishing rate. Weird.

I'm going to post this, check email, then back to work I go.

Oh, and I've had to talk to my mother three times so far today. Any bets on whether or not she calls a fourth time?