I think it might be a physical impossibility for my room to stay clean for longer than 48 hours.  Actually, my room tends to be an organized mess… my bed on the other hand is a giant pile of clean clothes.

Every morning I tend to try on at least two outfits and no more than five.  In a rush as usual those clothes then get tossed upon my bed.  At the end of my work, do I hang them back up? NO.  So the pile grows and with Eloy living down in Southern California I have no need for that other half of the bed.  

Tonight I tired of looking at the pile.  I hung everything back up and threw those few items that were a LITTLE overdue for washing into the hamper.  I took a shower.  I came in to my room…

Right now, to my left… Wife beater and bra.

I rest my case.