In my "woe is me, what am I going to do now" unemployment funk the clutter piled up. Now that I have a plan and have found new things to do with my time I'm in better spirits, but I'm looking around my apartment and wondering how I let it get this bad. I don't mind offending others. They don't live here so I don't feel the need to meet their standards. If it's not a health hazard and not a fire hazard, leave me alone. The clutter is now offending me, though, so something has to be done.
I'm slaying the beast one counter / drawer / corner at a time.