I moved back in with my parents yesterday. Moving is a pain, because you have to pack up all of your things. You start off as Mr. Organized, who sorts everything neatly. Clothes go in one place, books in another, and so on. After about fifteen minutes, this doesn't work so well anymore, and you just throw all sorts of random things together. "I'll sort them later," you decide.
So I ended up dumping a bunch of random things, all over my room. Here's the problem, though: the room was already a disaster. Somebody left a bunch of girly magazines everywhere, there's a set of records in the closet, and I'm pretty sure that a hungry T-Rex attacked my DVD collection.
For the next week or so, I'll have to go through different things and get rid of the stuff I don't need. Today, I tried to get started with putting my clothes in the clothes dresser. Unfortunately, the sock drawer had over 30 pairs of socks in it. 30 pairs? Where am I supposed to put the socks I brought?
Now there's a large pile of socks, living on top of the dresser. I guess I'll call that "sock overflow". Either way, I have kind of taken care of the clothes. There are at least six other things for me to sort through; I'll do that sometime later on this week.