there is no pain you are receeding

our room has become a cesspool of disgusting random crap.

"dude, this...i mean, man. this is fucking nasty." kate comments as she looks around our flat.

the thing is, we've gone a little slack in the past week when it comes to cleaning. or rather, i've become a little slack. there are piles of things all around the room. none of my books are on the shelf and there has been a strange accumulation of tea bags in random places.

it's definately time for a break.