Better Than Nothing

Today I started ripping up the carpet of death. By "started" I mean I took out about a two foot square right inside the doorway. I realized that, if I have to wait until I have the time and motivation to move all of the stuff out of my room and take the carpet up all at once, it was never going to happen. So I've decided that I'll just do it gradually, whenever I feel like it. I'll cut some pieces off, scoot the furniture a little, cut some more off, and then scoot it back. Sure, my room is going to look utterly absurd for a while but whatever, at least I'll eventually get rid of that fucking carpet.