E is for effort

All of mine today has gone into cleaning my room. I'm getting better at embracing the unfucking lifestyle in the rest of the house, but there is something about cleaning my room that makes me feel like an eight-year-old badly in need of a nap. Something about the combination of the dark gloomy gothcave atmosphere (great for sleeping) and the near-constant enormity of the chore inevitably leads to me falling asleep mid cleaning. But it has to be clean by Thursday, so on we trudge.

And this is really the lamest post ever, but it's what you get today.