I am lucky enough to live in the top floor loft of my condo. It's like having my own little apartment for just me and my dog. Unfortunately since it's a much larger area than a normal room I tend to let things get cluttered a lot more.
I woke up today with the motivation to clean my room once I got back from work. I wasn't expecting to have my ass handed to me at work. So now my back is all out of whack and I really don't feel like moving. I just want to lay down and relax.
Technically I should make my dog do it since he's the main reason it's a mess. He's so pathetic when it comes to eating. He will eat anything that remotely smells like food. If I leave a small wadded up napkin on my computer desk, I will come home from work to find it either missing or torn up on the floor. A couple days ago I made the mistake of crumbling the wrapper of my Potbelly sandwich and leaving it on my desk. I stepped outside to check the mail and by the time I returned the wrapper was torn to hell and scattered all around my computer. My dog is standing there with a pathetic look on his face. He knows he did wrong!!
Speak of the devil. My dog is whining to go out so I must bend to his every whim, even if he does snatch my food when I'm not looking.
I'll probably post some picture of my loft once it's clean.