With my roommate moving the last of her stuff out today, I decided to set myself up with an office in a room downstairs I never used before. The roommate's old couch and a bunch of books and piles of random junk were just sitting in here. I was always comfortable with the disarray, but now that my girlfriend has moved in, suddenly things seem to be a lot more organized (also much cleaner), and the idea of a perfectly good room being unoccupied is unthinkable.
So I no longer sleep and work in the same room. I guess I have a 10 second commute now.
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