Battleplan!

Today I have come to the realisation that My room is a shit-tip (pardon my French). It's not fit for human nor animal habitation.

Not like I suddenly woke up this morning and had a grand epiphany about its state; it was it was more an acceptance of its horror when my foot connected with an upside down earring puncturing my foot. Blood was drawn and teeny tiny tears shed.

I survived.

Now my intense university newsdays have come to an end today (hurrah) I can finally focus on getting things spick and span in my room and start organising a thing or two.

No excuses

Tomorrow I am going to clean my room. There. I've said it. So now it has been ordained if the Gods of cleaning shine a light on me my room may just be livable by the evening. I'll keep you posted guys!

Famous last words...