Ok, what with the desk being moved, I'm feeling all industrious. So what if it's 1:30AM? So what if I'm sore? So what if my butt still hurts from inexplicable tailbone injury? So what if I have an interview at 4:30 tomorrow? So what if I have a ton of things I have to do at work tomorrow? So what if I'm exhausted?
I'm feeling industrious, damnit!
So, I'm going to go sort the laundry.
Now, this may not sound like a lot to any normal human being, but there is a lot of laundry to sort. Piles of clothes collected around the apartment in semi-sentient drifts.