|REGULAR PEANUT||DEPRESSED PEANUT|
|takes out garbage when it's full||does not take garbage out unless it has come to life and is giving advice to local Fraggles|
|cleans the litter box somewhat regularly||cleans the litter box when the cat is hovering over her with a butcher knife because there is NOWHERE LEFT TO PEE|
|eats smallish meals/snacks every few hours||does not eat most of the day, except maybe candy, then comes home and eats everything in sight|
|puts away laundry within a couple of days; generally has a couple pairs of jeans on the end of the bed and pajamas on the floor||still has clean laundry in the basket from over a week ago; has a small mountain of clothes/jackets/who knows on the end of the bed; has another small mountain of clothes in the corner from a handful of "what do I wear" moments over the last 3 weeks; dirty clothes are piled haphazardly in the spot where the laundry basket normally goes|
|washes sheets/pillowcases regularly||alternates pillows and sleeps in different positions to maximize use of clean spots on sheets/pillowcases as long as possible. slept diagonally the last few nights. hooray for large bed/small person!|
|does dishes within a day of dirtying them; immediately when baking||discovers new and previously under-utilized places in the apartment to store dirty dishes: coffee table! floor! desk! who knew?|
I can say this: I still went to work and did my job. I still fed and took care of my cat (litter box aside). I'm fortunate to have a cat who does not pee or poop elsewhere if his box isn't up to his standards. I don't have any dirty dishes in the bedroom. My hair has been washed at least once in the last couple of days, and at no point did I do anything that caused me to hallucinate hobos living in my apartment.
So I think overall, that was definitely not the worst bout I've had, although it was rather lengthy. Guys, I think tonight? Tonight I might even... do the dishes.