i was attempting to express to my therapist just this afternoon how messy this apartment is right now but i don't think it can be captured in mere language. i think this level of disorganization begins where human communication ends. everything (except obvious, vital things like the bed and the stove) is in the wrong room. not only is it in the wrong room, it is buried deep under a pile of things i no longer wish to possess inside a plastic tub from the container store.
thank god for the rolling litter box, or all would truly be lost. best dollars i've ever sent someone else out to spend. initially i was tempted to demand the top-entry model, but my own personal cat is not the brightest creature jesus ever placed on the green earth, and i feared disaster. the design may be clever, but daftness in a cat can supersede the best efforts of even the most aerodynamic shitbox.
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