Loss of momentum...
I hopped out of bed and into the shower, got dressed, ate lunch, and started cleaning my room like a fiend. Then came the final step: vacuuming the carpet. Seriously, if I don't tame these puffs of carpet fibers, they will become sentient beings and take over the apartment. Only problem is, Momma D and Brother Adam, Esq. took the vacuum cleaner downstairs so my grandfather could use it and I'll be damned if I'm going to carry that thing up four flights of stairs as it's just too heavy for my noodle-like arms. So now I have to wait until Momma D and Brother Adam, Esq. get home because the boy can lift that thing and carry it up the stairs like it's a sack of cotton balls. I've been waiting for the last 2+ hours though. That's kind of annoying.