Taking over me.

I hate you, desk. With your endless clutter and waterfall of envelopes and bills that occasionally cascades onto the floor. And you, laundry, don't look so smug. As much as I'd love to dive into your fluffy clouds of fabricy goodness, you and I are both aware of just how much some of those cloth piles smell. Don't even get me started on the strewn photographs, stray monitor, and wiggly beagle.