Entropy: The tendency for all matter and energy in the universe to evolve toward the highest state of disorder.
Let us review the current contents of my bed:
1 journal (I keep a real one too... that's where the dirty stuff goes)
2 giant hoop earrings (not quite sure why I own those)
1 guitar
1 thin fleece blanket (yes, my duvet is still puke-y... I know, I know)
2 toques
1 teddy bear (I am not ashamed)
3 pens
2 dead AA batteries
1 copy of Calvin & Hobbes: Attack of The Deranged Mutant Killer Monster Snow Goons
After reviewing this list, I am confident you will understand why I am still awake. Eventually I will get so tired that I will muster the strength to throw all of it on the floor.
We will not review the current contents of the floor.
I hate being messy. Hate. Hate. I am normally clean. Except when super busy... or writing essays... or packing. I get anal about cleaning sometimes. I like being able to control my environment. I like knowing where everything is. I like things to not smell.
Tonight I arrived home from Victoria too late for dinner. Kaitlin gave me chips and dip and some leftover soup from the caf. First I realised I don't really like dill pickle dip. Then I realised I had no clean bowl in which to warm the soup (microwave + styrofoam = bad). Finally I realised I had no clean spoon either. So I ate the soup cold. With chip-spoons.
Sweet Jesus, how quickly we can degenerate. It's time for some mega clean-up. I feel dirty in this room. Sooo dirty.
Good thing it's exam time. Room cleaning is ALWAYS better than studying.