Backdated Saturday.
We have a storage room under the basement stairs in our student house. It looks sort of like this:
[Instead of bricks, imagine television sets.]
After talking it over with a few of my housemates, we decided to use that area for a pantry. You know, non-perishable foods, dry cereal, dead bodies, etc. The problem was, there was so much clutter under there that there wasn't any room to walk in, let alone put up some shelves.
Most of the stuff was moved in when we all moved in - the 'I don't really need this, but I might in the future' kind of junk you usually toss in your garage. Unfortunately, it all just ended up in that tiny, stuffy storage area - and I'm pretty sure it bred. Scientific American, you may want to look into this.
Anyways, I pretty much single-handedly powered through that entire room and cleared out everything, then threw up some shelves, some nice wallpaper, drapes, table lamps, ceramic tea sets, etc. The other housemates were supposedly 'busy'. Pft. Probably another funeral or something.
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