Trapped in the Closet

I have just spent the last five and a half hours in a closet.
Not just any old closet, mind...a closet the size of a pillbox that hasn't been properly tended to in a few years.
I know...I need to be flogged.

It's immensely difficult to maneuver in such a poorly-constructed closet, so I procrastinate as long as possible so as to avoid muscle cramps, stiff necks and avalanches of doom.
But today I was feeling rather tenacious, as a result of feeling like a waster prior to it.
I dove into the miniscule square of despair, into the old jumpers, plushies, handbags and cobwebs.
It was a dark and dismal journey I tell thee, definitely not for the weak of heart.
I managed to eradicate the out-of-date styles and funky items I have scarcely worn and replaced them with my clothes of mod, retro and indie nature that have not had a permanent home base unitl now.
But, we ran into a bit of a snag when I tried to accomodate my clothing into the space on the rack designated for them.
This particular area when stuffed to the brim would only be able to accomodate a large peanut.
Determined as I was, by some force from above, I managed to fit all of my clothes on the rack.
Mission accomplished.

But due to the stupid closet, I had scrapped my other plans for tonight.
Argh.