Closet Drama

So about a week after I moved home I'm was sleeping soundly (RARE occurrence) at 2AM and KABOOM! My closet pooped it's pants! There were so many clothes on the bar that it ripped the post out of the wall and all my clothes and the shelf came tumbling to the floor. Shit. I wasn't in too big of a hurry to fix the shelf and rehang everything because I pretty much just wear chill clothes lately. Anyway, two months goes by and all my shit is still on the floor. But my Dad and I finally fixed it last night. I hope it holds up because I really don't want to wash and rehang everything again. Isn't it so pretty and organized again!? It's almost calming. Yes, I'm a freak. Learn to like it.