Do you know the best thing about my parents being gone?  That I can be as big as a fucking slob that I want.  I can throw shit around, be it empty food plates, my hats, my clothes, or my other shit, and I don't have to care because no one's here, so fuck it all!

But they're coming back in less than three days and I have to start cleaning up.  Well, I have to clean all the plates and pick up my hats and clothes and throw all the shit I'm not going to get around to back into storage, but that constitutes cleaning up.  Right now it seems like a monumental task, therefore I won't think about doing it till tomorrow at the earliest.  Till then, I just want to enjoy doing what I want to do without repercussions.