It's 1:50 AM, can't sleep, and am watching Hoarders.
Holy crap, some of this stuff is scary. O__o My place is cluttered, but nowhere NEAR to that extent (and I have an excuse, having moved from a large apartment with six huge closets to a smaller finished basement with NONE, and already selling most of my furniture to fit). I can hardly tolerate living where I live anymore, how can these poor people STAND it? The clutter, the filth ... I can't imagine how bad it must smell, what with all the rotten food and bugs and ... ugh. I'm torn between being revolted and pitying the poor souls stuck like that. And it makes me even more determined to get back into a nice, spacious apartment where I can spread out and have actual room and daylight and stuff. Given the only furniture I have left is my bed and dressers and book cases, it'll practically be empty. Two bedrooms. That's what I've decided I definitely want. One for me, one for my computer and dolls and other collectible stuff, and the cats won't be allowed in either of them, shedding all over the place. Even though I'd be sitting on the floor awhile until I could save up for a nice couch, just to have all that ROOM would be absolute heaven.
Edit: Although, the episode I'm watching right now, I REALLY want to bitchslap that one woman upside the head. She doesn't seem to care that she's about to lose her entire house and her husband is having health problems. Stubborn old bat.