Funny how I can find so many ways to procrastinate and still live in such a pit. I'm not nearly the worst culprit as far as filth goes, but my best friend is a gay designer and so. . .there is, at times, some shame involved. He doesn't care, but I still try to make piles of my messiness to give it all some kind of order, frame it in a photo in a way that makes it look more artsy than fartsy. And anyway, I don't care today because I got my 1,000 words down, all brand new. Aaah.