Amy and her boyfriend Darrin coming into town for the weekend. There has been much cleaning. I have a really, really nice place. You just can't really tell most of the time, as there's so much squalor.

It's still not as clean as it should be. Oh well. They're just not allowed to go into my bedroom or into the office closet. However, it's a huge improvement over the last time Amy visited, when she came to the conclusion I was suicidally depressed because I lived in such a pit. After a while, we managed to convince her that either I had been suicidally depressed my entire life, or I was just a slob.