The mother of messes

Since the holidays have begun until only two days ago, my room looked like the catastrophes that hit New Orleans and Acheh. Pa, I think this would be to your horror. Not to worry, though, things have been sorted out(somewhat) and the mother of messes has been reduced.


This is the state of my bed. I just could not bother to tidy it up after sleeping because I am going to sleep in it again every night, anyway. Ha, ha!

This looks like a replica of my table back at home. A kind of nostalgia there where my table takes a life of its own. It even seems to come at me when I sit down at it. Thank goodness I cleared it yesterday. It looks better now.

This is probably the saddest part of the whole room and perfects the garbage dump ambiance.