I have two bedrooms. All my drawers are empty and the second bedroom has my clothes strewn all over it. You could say I'm obsessive compulsive because I can't stand anything being in my drawers, though. Maybe. Eh, probably not, actually, I'm just too lazy to put things in drawers if I know I'm just going to end up taking them out again. What's the point? I live alone, I can get away with that stuff. I might have to tidy it all up for when Dan comes up, though. Hrmm.