The main reason I started cleaning today was to do something about the messes of wires and dust that were sitting next to my desk and my bed. It's done. Wires consolodated. Things are in much better places than they were before. I have more room to spin my chair around, even, and the side of my bed no longer looks like some Gibsonian nightmare.

There's also this thin layer of grit under the thick layer of dust, and I'm having the worst time getting rid of it. Slow going. I'm going to need another shower by the time I'm done.

I have no idea how someone can do this with an entire house, especially after living there for a long time. I've been working on my room for the past five hours, and there's still a pile of crap that needs to be sorted on my floor. And my bed, too, but that's mostly laundry.

I think it's time for my dinner break.

I'm hoping I can get this all done tonight. I may have to wait until tomorrow to vacuum, if everything's done too late, but then I'll be done and clean, and I won't have to deal with it again for awhile.

I took a break to have a snack and play some BioShock (I'm going back through on hard, and I still can't bring myself to kill a little sister... wtf... morality has no place in video games!), then came back to my room only to discover that no happy little elf had come in to clean it while I was out.

Bummer.