Cryjay whining

Ughhhh. Tea, needs teaaaaaa!

I had so much to get done this morning. Mum woke me up at eight (reasonable) to help her put the chairs on the porch so my uncle could borrow them and the tables without dealing with her antisocial dog, and I had told Teva that I would write with her this morning (not that she got up before 10). I watched the last four episodes of Log Horizon Season One.
Then the phone started ringing. I've had twelve calls between my cell and the land line. All but one was actually for me. I am exhausted, headachy and possibly feverish. I have vacuumed upstairs, cleaned up my desk, balanced my checkbook, painted my nails, consolidated the mess in my room, updated my planner, paid my phone bills for December and February, submitted my 38+ hours at work to my temp agency.
Now Grammy and Grampy are here and my headache keeps getting worse. Bleh. Though we did get to show Grammy our projects before they flee to Florida (which they plan for Monday, I think).
I'm complaining to Kin, but I don't even know what to take for this or if it's just a stress reaction to my first week at work.

On a completely unrelated note, these are awesome:

Not that I need one, you understand. They're just awesome.

Unplanned Disorganization

     Yay, "Compose" has returned to me! It refused to work Wednesday...

     Right- I'm one of those people who enjoys organizing but is constantly disorganized anyway. :P Usually its at a manageable level (Defined as: where I can find what I want with less than five minutes of searching 90% of the time). The continued disorganization is caused by two things- the reworking of systems I don't like, and well, adding more stuff. Which brings me to my current state.
     Currently- well, all except my largest pieces of furniture have been kicked out of my bedroom because the carpet is being cleaned. 

     I store almost everything in my bedroom. (Pauses to be thankful that I did not have to empty the closet as well.) My wardrobe is in three different rooms with limited accessibility, and most of my several hundred books are packed in boxes or stacked precariously atop an ottoman/blanket chest in the spare bedroom. The trinkets, makeup and jewelry, writing stuff and photos are everywhere else. And I mean Everywhere.
     *cue screaming in fear and agony*

     It took about four hours to dismantle my room yesterday, and as I wait for the last section of carpet to dry, I am dreading fitting everything back in. I finally had a (mostly) working system, and now I can't find anything. Again. *headdesk*

     I may like organizing, but I loathe cleaning. I had to scrub the walls- though that was mostly scratches from moving furniture. And everything needs dusting before it finds a home. My mother smirked and told me I might have my room back by the TWENTY FOURTH.
     Obviously, I'm unsure of how to deal with that- thus my ranting. Online, where mother can't hear me... ;)