I think I just spent the past two hours cleaning my room.
Okay, allow me to rephrase that:
I think I just spent the past two hours cleaning my room with The Fonz.
Apparently that man gets a rush out of sorting other peoples' recycling. Who knew?
I didn't really ask him to come over and clean my room, it was just something weird that happened after a long conversation in the kitchen about HGTV.
And when he followed me back to my room, I really thought he was just going to help me move my couch. I didn't expect him to go into home improvement mode and spend the rest of the night feverishly organizing my messy apartment (while grooving to 80's music). Frankly, it was a little intense. I was grateful for his help and now I have functioning shelves, but the whole experience was a little bizarre. I've never seen anyone get so excited about cleaning things.
He threatened to come back tomorrow to help me clean out my closet. "We'll go through your clothes and get rid of the things you don't wear anymore!" he exclaimed. I had to remind him that we weren't really on HGTV.
Hi, my life is a sitcom.
More interesting stuff later. I need to go to bed.