Anyway, aside from that I have ended up accidentally cleaning my room. Yes, it is in fact possible. It started with the fact that I had clear all the stuff away from my windows so the tradies could come fix them - and thus ended up with a big clear space next to the window, so I finally got around to making up that Ikea bed frame I've been meaning to do for ages. And then I decided to actually go through all the stuff I had lying around and work out what to move where, which resulted in about 8 bags of rubbish, and lots of suddenly clear space in my room.
Well, it's not all clear - I could really rather uses some more cupboards or shelves or just something to put things in so they aren't on the floor. (Which, incidentally, was finally clear enough for a vacuum). But I've managed to find all sorts of random shit when going through my stuff.
I mean, aside from obvious things like old Birthday cards I received (and quite helpfully, old blank Christmas cards) and about a million lost pens, I've so far also found my old film camera, my Discman, piles of old floppy disks - my current computer doesn't even have a floppy drive - several packets of tea, reminder lists to myself of songs to obtain (I decided I owed it to my past self and downloaded all the ones I didn't already have) and old fanfic I wrote and never posted online. Oh, and the photo version of that Joss Whedon incident that certain people around here may recall.
Plus metric shitloads of old souvenirs and what-not that I forgot I had.
The floppy disks are interesting, actually - I labeled some, so I know what's on them. Which means they hearken back to time I was still living on the farm, and we had a dial-up connection, and since I couldn't go online for too long instead of reading fic online, I'd copy it onto disks and read it offline.
So yeah, today I cleaned my room up, and then decided to reward myself. So I had hash browns and alcohol. Huzzah! *falls over*