Catharsis, motherfuckers. I feel fantastic this morning, if a bit tired. Writing all of that out and organizing it in my head was a great boon to my psyche. When I get home from work my day will consist of passing out for a couple of hours to catch up on sleep, eating all of the food in the world and drinking an Arnold Palmer, then cleaning up my room and computer. Then, photography. Besides, a slightly messy room is not the end of the damn world.

Diogenes lived in a tub.