Exorcism

My entire apartment is in piles and I have tonight after work and all day tomorrow to put said piles in their proper places, do laundry, finish the dishes, dust, sweep, mop, and clean out my shower and sink. So while I a little bit hate Brian for being the cause/excuse for my cleaning, it's a really good thing a cause/excuse exists. It's too easy to just live in my own filth for months on end. I actually found a pair of scissors in my bed. I don't know how long they'd been there. That's bad. But now that my apartment is going to be beautiful (or at least not a disaster), I should invite people over. People, would you like to come over?