The Spot

So I have a messy apartment. I try to keep it reasonable: I do all the dishes every few days, I don't leave food out. But there's always *stuff* everywhere. Like clothes and books and cds and, well, stuff. And it takes forever to clean up, and I don't really care anyway.
But my lifestyle kinda backfired on me tonight. I'd kinda intended to clean up the place a bit, since this is the first weekend when no papers are due in 2 days or less. But I totally slept in and read books instead.
No problem... until I went to the concert tonight. My godmother asks if we're going back to my place for coffee. And I flat out say no. I mean, my apartment in 30 seconds away from the concert hall... it's very hard to give a rational reason, so I don't. I say "it's a mess".
Shit. This is gonna get around the family by the end of the weekend. They're such gossipy types, and they hate that I'm messy. It's a character flaw or something.
Ugh. I feel a little... guilty I guess. Damn. I should go to the DU party: it's too late to head out to NDG for the Y party, and it might be too late for Jen's. But the entropy.. of my apartment... has got a hold on me... I'm gonna snuggle up to a movie and my popcorn-flavored rice cakes, I know it.
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