Did you know this is my *2000th* post? Sorry that only about half that number have been of any quality.
(This is not what my apartment looks like anymore, but oh the memories.)
When you're on a time crunch, a wall of bookcases is suddenly your best friend.
I left my kitchen like this for a week (rather than just the recommended 48 hours), as things were still sticking to the counters. Fun fact: if you leave out something heavy, it'll still stick. I've stopped caring.
Okay, actually my table still sorta looks like this, as the nails, etc. are still sorted by size and function. What can I say? This is who I am.
Within moments of dumping the second box on the bed, I realized there were probably better places I could've stored the book pile. (I ended up on the couch that night because I didn't want to deal.)