Don't you hate it when you sit down for a nice bout of de-stressing and you are all set up to catch the mess for nice and easy cleaning but then your mess flies MUCH farther than you ever thought it would so now you have to change all your clothes and then start a frantic search for where the rest of the mess landed because you didn't see, and hope that it didn't land on any of your books or papers lying all over the floor, or WORSE, if it landed on any of your roommates books or papers lying all over the floor because then it would just be embarrassing, then you finally find all of it but it takes ten times as much effort to clean up as it would have if it had been nice and predictable and not flown all over the freaking room?
