I also have "Rehab" by Amy Winehouse stuck in my head, but one problem at a time.
Being forced to clean out my bedroom at short notice so the carpets could be cleaned made me take a hard look at how I live my life. I have "stuff" issues. As in, I can't let go of it. It just accumulates, piles up, takes over, and then lays around laughing at me while I try to find the car license renewal paperwork I knew I'd received in the mail not too long ago.
I don't know why I allow clutter to run my life, but my taste in hobbies doesn't do me any favors. I've officially run out of room in all my bookcases. I have so much yarn and knitting crap that I've started storing it in plastic bins from Target, discreetly hidden under my bed. The embroidery stuff is quietly giving the knitting stuff a run for its money. Now that I've taken up sewing as well (sewing machines--what a great invention) it means I'll be buying even more Stuff, and I'll need more space to store said Stuff.
I've made a large dent in the clutter reduction project over the last few days. My floor is now free of any randomly roaming books on embroidery, sewing, Terry Pratchett's Discworld or any and all of Jane Austen's works of fiction. Next phase of the project is Tops, as in the dresser top, desk #1 top, desk #2 top. Desk #2 (more of a drawing table actually) will become my new sewing corner. Look at me, I'm all into the crafts now!
Does anyone else pile up as much crap as me, or am I a total freak? I still can't get "Rehab" out of my head...I'm humming it now for Pete's sake.