Oh yeah, and my house is infested.
I have no plans for the future.
My bed is covered in stuff, with the main component being a eggcrate I don't think I should keep.
But if i don't keep it, it's war.
War is bad.
I run from confrontation, and I don't like to give up on things.
War is both. Bad Bad bad bad bad bad badbadbadbadbadbadbadbadbadbadbad
THAT bad.

Seriously, just... end my miserable existence, will ya?