I hate to admit it but...

It took me over an hour and a half to clean my room. I had washed my sheets, and then decided I needed to wash my comforter, and then I didn't feel like making up my bed, or hanging up my clothes or putting anything up where it belonged- for like a week. I just felt like taking a break from my routine. That is what I love about being a single guy, when you decide you don't feel like dealing with the mundane, little responsibilities, you don't have to- you just put them on hold until you can't handle the mess any more, and then you work your butt off to clean up your act. I hate it when my room is dirty, or my truck isn't clean, but sometimes, it becomes so cumbersome, so repetitive, that you just need to quit for a couple of weeks- then when it is clean, you appreciate it more.