I’m sitting in my room/shed with the door wide open, tonnes of light coming in through my windows, The Coasters’ ‘Along Came Jones’ playing, and a bourbon and coke on the go. Honestly, I don’t normally like bourbon, but it’s ok and very cold, which is needed post Afternoon of Sorting My Room Out. How can one person accumulate so much stuff in only 20 years? Well, probably more like 10, I suppose, which is worse!

This is a small room, with barely enough space for my double bed, drawers and wardrobe. There is not much left for storage so I’m having to be very ruthless about what I keep, and crafty about how to store those things. I will have enough room for a desk, providing it’s not too deep as I’d still need to walk between it and the bed. I could put my computer and some paperwork on there, plus have a small set of drawers underneath.

And guess what? I still have many more boxes in storage! Most of which have been there for about a year and half! Obviously most of that stuff I am planning on getting rid of (garage sale, anyone?), but I know there are sentimental things I will want to keep. Trouble is, I’m a very sentimental person. A beautiful card I was given one birthday long ago? Better keep that. Pre-school notebooks with my odd drawings of people (a large circle with a smaller circle on top and very long legs and arms) and other things? Oh my, can’t throw that out!

Though I must say that I am much better at letting go of possessions than I used to be. I know I will be able to rid myself of most of them, in time. When I finally start going through those boxes one day, in the future sometime, probably not this weekend or next.

Maybe I can use the incentive of making money from selling my things to motivate me to look through them all?

It’s a nice thought, isn’t it? No, I will, honestly. I’ll get it all done, weeded out to a few boxes. Big boxes, that is.

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Woke up bright and early this morning; I always love it when I do that without an alarm, because it’s not, well, alarming and I don’t feel inclined to hit snooze because the idea of getting up is just so dreadful. So I woke up and it wasn’t raining, which was fantastic as the weather has been revolting the past few days. Obviously we need it though, especially living on a farm with tank water — we need refilling! It’s since rained this afternoon, but we has a good stretch without.

My sinus issue may be some sort of chesty cold because I developed a cough in the night and have felt tight, etc. in that area. I just hope it goes away soon and I wont need to pay a visit to a doctor or anything.

My project this afternoon was to put together the wardrobe I got for my room. Thankfully I had Mum helping me and we put it together with not much fuss and far less swearing (i.e. none) than when any of the men I know put things together. But, really, once you have assembled a babies cot you can assemble any sort of kit-set furniture, I swear!

Lastly, our house-barn has been without most power and all water this afternoon. Extremely inconvenient, but at least we can fill up containers at my sister’s place. My grandparent’s have come out to have a look but they can’t fix it so I believe someone is coming out to do so.

Apologies for my paragraphs being like mini-blogs; I seem incapable of writing about one thing most of the time so it all gets shoved in one post.

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Sorry about ‘Mc’ing my post titles. I ‘Mc’ when I’m annoyed, plus I’ve been reading way too much of Lainey’s Entertainment Update, which is McAwesome celebrity gossip. Because even I stoop to enjoying it. Also, she’s not as McAssholey as many other gossip bloggers.

So, on to my ranting, I guess. My allergies are playing up and thus create a really enjoyable stuffiness and sore throat. At least I hope the sore throat is allergy-related and not because I caught something. I don’t want to get sick right now; I have too much to do.

Which brings me to unpacking, which I now hate with a giant vengeance, and be damned all boxes full of stuff that I need to find a place for! And it’s not even my stuff. I don’t mind helping, the problem is not that it’s not my stuff, it’s just that there isn’t much of anywhere to put all the stuff. We don’t live in a house, we live in a partially converted hay barn that doesn’t have hay in it anymore. It’s pretty cool, actually, but there isn’t much in the way of storage for our things, since only a small portion of this barn is our living space. The other part has tools, farmy stuff, a quad bike and sometimes even a tractor in it. It smells terrific!*

So storage is minimal right now and I’ve had enough of trying to fit stuff in, around, sideways and up. I’ve just had enough in general, actually. I want to go out and buy something, because everyone has a vice, and since mine isn’t drug abuse or excessive alcohol consumption I picked shopping. I thought it suited me best. Or maybe I just need a nap?

I think I’m done ranty McRanting. (Yes, I do feel better, now!)

*Obviously not, but I thought I’d better make sure it was noted sarcasm. Internet misunderstanding and all.

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