Cleaning my room is always a trip. I can attribute that to laziness, seeing as I can't remember the last time I threw out anything that don't quite need anymore. I have notes and junk mail from freshman year taking up precious floor space in my room. Well, not anymore. I stuffed it all in a box. I need a bed. Well, I need a matress. I'm tired of sleeping on the futon. Most of the foam is either flat or stiff, and everyone steps over (or on) my bed to move around the room. I just have to get the old tv stand out of the room. No simple task, but I'm not going to let this drag on much longer.