The bedroom is so trashed right now. Clothes all over, bed unmade, mail scattered hither and yon, cats on top of stacks of books and binders and notes and stuff that needs to be put away, but I’m just sitting here, surveying my Queendom of Qrap, and then checking email again.
Maybe POM could call me out. Would that help? I’m usually really tidy, but it’s like a bomb went off in here in the last 24 hours.
Sorry, sorry, I was at work! HAVE YOU STARTED UNFUCKING YET? NO? WHY NOT? GET TO WORK.