I'm sort of back at the situation I was in at my first flat (and which the sheer size of the bedroom in the Dalston flat mitigated against): One day last month I had a lot of stuff on my desk. A pile of CDs;* a mound of old unopened bank statements; a pile of comics. Then stuff happened and then more stuff happened, and I never got the change to breathe (this is a lie - I had it but p1ssed it away on other things that made me happy) and now when I get up in the morning I move a bunch of stuff off my chair/desk onto the bed so that I can turn on the computer, and last thing at night I have to move a bunch of stuff off the bed so that I can get in, and it's all gone a bit Svankmajer:
Still, that's why I came back from the pub at a decent hour so that I could fix it all OH BOLLOCKS IT'S MIDNIGHT.
*I very rarely use society's last taboo, the semicolon, in this manner. Am I doing it right?