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Saturday, July 30, 2005 

OMPs

Another full day in the life of Manfred.

'How was it? What did I do?' Well, first let me tell you not talk with your mouth full. Second, it was good. I got a lot of work done in the last two days. Clean, fun, clean, then more fun.

I am a very messy person. If I don't clean every week, things get, well, messy. I am what you would call an Organized Messy Person, or OMP. My filing system is the floor. Really. I know where everything is. There is a method to my madness or, as Einstein would call it, order in my chaos. Ask me where my bank statements are and I would point you towards the pile of paper infront of the closet. My new CDs? Near the glass table. Put them back after you burn them. Everything has its place in my room.

I'll post pictures at a later date. It's a must see. Especially if you plan to stalk me. In that case, let me start dialing 9... 1...