My Room

cleaning-my-room.jpgI spent a good part of this afternoon cleaning my room. Which am I more–pack rat or slob? Maybe it’s equal pieces of each.

I can’t stand to throw things out. Is this inherited from my folks? Maybe. Growing up our little apartment was bursting at the seams.

I ditched a midi keyboard which plugged into a port my computer no longer has. I threw out a Radio Shack scanner which hasn’t been used in years.

When in doubt I just closed my eyes and tossed.

Also gone are scraps of papers. Why did I have them? No clue? Pads–gone. Old CDs for programs now five versions behind–gone.

Three large trashbags are gone and I’m just getting started.

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