This morning, I bought a dozen donuts. They're what I've been eating today. Just donuts. Sh-sh-sh-shame. I've added a bunch of photos of my dirty house. These are easy, not labor intensive fixes, and I have not addressed the mess in weeks. Sh-sh-sh-shame. I've been in this apartment for three months. Nothing should be in boxes. I have a washer and dryer in my house, less than twenty feet from my bedroom, and yet none of my laundry is done. Can't even be assed to make my bed, let alone put the mattress cover on the guest bed. I work from home and need a clean desk to be efficient. It's a mess.
I'd blame the depression, but who gives a shit? I'm an adult. I've been blessed with a good job and a nice-ish home. I ought to be a better effing steward of what I have. Sh-sh-sh-shame.
Look upon my mess and feel better about your life.
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