The Closet Boogie

[hkellick]

*looks for his Flylady icon*
Wait. I'm not ecwoodburn. No Flylady icon.
Well Crap.

So... yes, it's 8:30 and I'm cleaning house. I had no problem getting to sleep, until about 4:30. Got up, piddled on computer, fed cats and attempted to fall back asleep.
Failed.
Attempted again.
Failed.

So... now I'm sorta piddling around the house and doing something Kristen keeps pestering me about, cleaning out my closet (insert Eminem here).
Seriously, though, I'm slashing and burning through everything that doesn't fit and everything I've gotten (mostly from my father, but sometimes things I picked out myself) and don't like anymore.
So far the score is Howard 1, Closet 0. Out go the old 50 waist pants mom suggested I keep to remind me why I lost weight. Out go the clothes that don't fit (both too big and too small). Out go the stupid camel hair jacket that my grandfather wore but, I'm sorry, looks craptacular.

So... yeah.
Waiting for them to call and killing time until then.

May try to sleep again soon. I am still fairly tired. :/

Love and peace to y'all, especially my dorko :)

Edit: Final Count - Howard: 4 (Garbage Bags of Stuff to give to Goodwill), Closet: 0
Howard wins!
Laundriality!

I'm going to try and lay down again. Ciao folks.