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My room is a hideous pit. I'm currently staring at the muddy, upside-down shoe on my desk. I have no clue how it got there. Ditto for the purple hotwater bottle. The banana skins, chipforks, rolled-up art and empty pill packets on the desk are just extras to the generalised mess in here. I think all of the cusions from the lounge have found their way in here, along with all of the plates, bowls and cups, and spoons the kitchen has to offer. The sheer has escaped the bed and is lurking in a dangly way, while only one pillow can be seen amid the wreakage. My lamp is upsidedown.
This was worse about half an hour ago, before I had sorted throught the clothesdrifts and unearthed wearable items and that which must be washed and dealt with them accordingly (washable were sent to the gurglemeitser, wearables put back where I'd found them - on the floor). I don't want to look under the bed, which the puppy has made into a secret lair. He's already eaten one of my speakers and chewed through my power cable, not to mention the tooth-marks on my phone-case, the loss of toggles on my coat, a variety of small objects dissapeared and toilet-rolls destroyed.
I think I'll sleep in my clothes. It's less bother that way.