I have a closet with three Container Store shelves, each with two large folded piles on it. The piles are:
- Nice t-shirts
- Grey and black t-shirts that used to be nice, but are maybe a little faded, so they're good for wearing underneath button down shirts
- Decent gym t-shirts
- Not so nice gym t-shirts and things with sleeves cut off
- Gym shorts and pants
- Random shirts with specific usage, like ZogSports t-shirts, softball jerseys, etc.
I have no sweaters. I always lock the bathroom door, even when I'm in the apartment alone. I bounce my right leg up and down when I'm sitting without even noticing it. I hate soccer. I fall asleep before my head hits the pillow and would easily sleep uninterrupted for 12 hours every night if it wasn't for my alarm clock. I do not trust the snooze button... I reset the alarm even just five minutes from now just to be on the safe side. I have a fear of heights. I'm eating craisins right now. I once broke down in a U-Haul truck in Mechanicsville, PA. Ironically, there was no one around to help us until the next day. I nearly pass out over needles. I have a discoloration on my right hand where I tore off a big chunk of skin playing street football when I was 15. I broke the toilet in my old apartment by standing on the tank to weatherproof the windows. The whole tank tore from the floor and toppled over. I managed to get it back, but it was sitting precariously for a month before I left. Seattle is the next major US city I would like to visit that I haven't been to.
When I yawn, my eyes tear uncontrollably. That's my que to go to bed.