I have apparently lost my mind.
Today, after I finished at clinical, I got in my car and was absolutely GIDDY with the idea of going home. It wasn't just because I like being home, which I do. No, my excitement stemmed from the anticipation of my thrilling afternoon plans. My afternoon plans of PUTTING STUFF IN BINS AND LABELING THEM.
See? I've lost it.
I blame that BOOK. One Year to an Organized Life, I'm telling you it's magic (go ahead and check it out over there on the sidebar --->
but fair warning that's an Amazon Affiliate link).
Anyhow, throughout the book, the author is all jazzed up about drawer organizers and closet organizers and bins and whatever else. And up until now I wasn't sold on stuff like that because I had a perfectly fine organizing method called Throw Stuff in a Cupboard and Pretend it Doesn't Exist. But I said I would zen my whole apartment so I'm ZENNING MY WHOLE APARTMENT, DAMMIT. So I huffed and sighed and dragged myself to Target and bought four little plastic bins. And then I did this:
So, obviously I needed more bins.
I'm kind of embarrassed about the amount of money and the three trips to Target I took and the sheer number of bins I purchased. But you know what? I DON'T CARE! I HAVE BINS! I'M GOING TO PUT THINGS IN THEM!
Annnd that's what I'll be doing for the rest of the day.