This is the first time I’ve ever wanted to install a Rube Goldberg in my bedroom. Then again this is the first time I’ve wanted to install much of anything in my bedroom. I still haven’t got around to setting up my bed, or bringing in any other furniture, or unpacking my clothes. I suppose I should stop sleeping on a flattened cardboard box before I consider starting any major Rube-Goldberg-related projects.

But think about how much easier my life will be after I get everything organized. I could probably start using cups instead of drinking everything out of a bowl. I’ll plug in my refrigerator instead of eating all my food raw the moment I buy it. I may start wearing socks again. The sky’s the limit when you’re up off the floor.