If my room is a reflection of my life.

Then I'm a mess.
Emotions piled in random corners of my soul.
Or something.

Because that is the only message I get from this once so beautiful room of mines.
I've managed to allow time to piss on it.
Its quite fascinating actually.

I should make a point to be home more often.
So I can take care of this mess.
But right now, I'm too tired.

I must get dressed.
Take a nap.
And wait for Teri to call so I can pick him up.

Little does he know, I'm going to ask him to drive today :)
Lets see if that works.