First day log.. Waking up, I realized what a disastrous mess my room is. God, I need to clean this up eventually. Later... Barely get out of the house on time so I'm not late to work. Nobody would believe I live like this if I told them. I'm only like this at home. At work I am greeted by the same faces, sitting at the same desks, doing the same thing they did exactly 24 hours ago. How predictable. The day drags. It's Friday. It's payday. 4:30.. the weekend begins.

What now?

I get home. What a mess. I'll clean it later. But it's the weekend! I think I'll --- zzzzzzz.... Waking up, I realize it's going to be another one of those weekends. You know, the type where you say you'll do all these things, but that's as far as it goes. Maybe I'll clean.. Later..