So, I come home, prepared for the sight..but, not really. I have fans in my living room, which make enough noise to be irritating, blowing the carpet up away from the floor. The apartment is in a total state of dissarray and about the only thing I can reach without any difficulity is the computer. All my furniture is stacked in front of the tv, and god only knows where the remote's been moved to. My bedroom is ransacked...everythings piled under my window, including my bed, which is propped up by the crate I had in my room. My knee has been hurting, and growing progressively worse. I'm limping now. And, to top everything off...I went to Jack in the Crack, figuring I can't really afford it, but better that than trying to cook....and they gave me the wrong fucking sandbitch.