Essay Blindness

I think I wear rose tinted glasses when I'm doing an essay. Either that, or some variation sponsored by Vanish cleaner. My full attention goes on whatever I'm writing. You could say I'm 'in the zone' except for the fact that if you did you'd sound like a retard. Anyway, the point is that I focus on nothing but my essay 'til it's done.

This is not the interesting part. (If there is an interesting part)

The interesting part is the exact moment after the essay when I realise just what my room looks like. It sounds something like 'OH DEAR LORD, MY ROOM.' As the mess that has accumulated assaults everyone single one of my senses, making sure for the next half an hour my eyes will be streaming with tears, my nose will sting and burn as if I've been sniffing concentrated mustard gas for a day and my nervous system can no longer be described by the word 'system'.

A massive cleaning operation is going to commence tomorrow, however this means that I have to sleep in the room tonight. Therefore, if you don't hear from me in the next few days, I've been eaten by something under the massive pile of dirty clothes.

I'm not usually a slob. Honest...

Bobbikk