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Why is it always so inevitable that in the process of cleaning and rearranging a room, one must make it MUCH messier first?

I'm so there. This place? a wreck. And now I haven't figured out where to put the printer/scanner. Since the USB turntable is now where it was. (And incidentally does not seem to be sending sound to the computer even though I'm sure I have the right things plugged in. Sigh. I'll RTFM again tomorrow, then ask the husband if I continue to fail)

On the plus side, I have put all my already-read books on shelves that make sense and are in order. Except the ones I'm thinking about taking off as "I won't reread this"

(I will Still run out of room, by the way, as soon as some of the to-read pile gets put away, so I am not, technically, at that mythical state of having Enough Shelf Space for all my books.)

(On an unrelated note, LJ has not been sending me comment notifications. Dammit.)