Well, actually, I hate cleaning my room, but I love finding things I forgot I had. Like about eleven formal dresses, my kimono, the first costume I ever made, a pretty wind chime, a chair (it was folded up in my closet, my room isn't THAT bad..) and several old notebooks.. including my book of scripts (two of the scripts for Cowboy Bebop.. I don't know what happened to the rest of them, several monologues, and the Queen of the Damned script I never finished.).........(yes, I sat there and watched the eppisodes/movie that I had taped and paused it every few minutes if I got behind in writing), and an old story I had written. I have no idea when I wrote it, but it was before I had ever heard of .hack//sign or .hack or .hack/sign....or whatever the name of that show is... but it was like... this group of friends gathered together to play Final Fantasy Forty-Five on a new virtual reality system, and there's a storm, and they get stuck in the game, where in the real world they're in the hospital hooked up to life support systems... and when the girl dies it flashes to the hospital to show her flat-lining...yeah... it's strange.. I think I intended to make it a comic book or something.....