Night Owl (whooo cleans)

This is what I decided to come and do at 9pm tonight.  I lit a fire under my own butt and cleaned out my closet and crawl space.  As usual, I started this project at a stupid time, but it was when the motivation hit!  My mom gave me a shelf to stack all the junk that was on the floor before and I got after the crawl space and realized there was nothing in there but crap. Now we can put something worthwhile in there and have storage!

Note:  Notice the mirror on the right side of the picture of the crawl space.  Moments after I took this picture, the mirror fell and crashed into the water heater and smashed into a million sharp pieces.  Poor Mark was upstairs trying to sleep because at this point it was after 11 and he had such a full day.  I had to shout up there to let him know I wasn't dead.  As I tried to remove and dispose of the glass shards, I inadvertently jabbed myself on an edge and cut the top of my hand near the knuckle.  It didn't hurt so I waited a minute before I looked at the damage.  When I looked, I tell you I could see a little of my muscle through the cut.  I thought, "oh, great" and started to envision myself in the emergency room with sweats on and raggedy hair (what else would I be in?).  I went to the stairs and said, "Um, Mark, I cut my hand on the glass and I might need stitches".  Of course, as usual, it turned out to be a little bit of an exaggeration.  Mark said it wasn't too bad and if anything, I might need just one stitch, which is not even worth it.  So he disinfected and band-aided me and gave me a stern lecture about the stupidity of late-night projects.  He wouldn't let me even look at the glass because I'm a clumsy fool and would likely cut my other hand if I tried cleaning it up.  So, he cleaned up the 6 feet of broken class.  I had to gauze and bandage over my band-aid because it was leaking blood and I still had some trash to get rid of, which required the use of my left hand.  

So, once again, when it comes to a womanly task, I am a dunce.  But at least my closet is clean.  I hope I don't get some infection and disease from this cut on my hand, that came from a mirror that was likely dirty with rust and all kinds of menacing bacteria.