I surveyed the chaos and squalor that is my apartment and quickly stopped because I didn’t want to vomit. This is how insane people live.

OK, maybe it’s not that bad, but it’s pretty bad.

(OK, so that’s not really my apartment, but it’s not that far-off. Scary, huh?)

Seriously, am I just profoundly lazy, or is this just a sign that I’m losing my mind?