A city in a jar

Actually, more in a cup.

I decided to get off my ass and actually look through the road code book thing so I could get my license. I had such good intentions. xD But the first part was to find it.

Okay. if any of you have seen my room recently, its a dump. I have stacks of books everywhere, about a forest's worth of loose paper flying about and a mountain of clothes on my sofa. I think it might be my entire wardrobe on those sofas (note to self, the sofa is not a good place to put black clothes because ginger cat fur does not camouflage well).

Yeah. Well. You get the picture. My room is barely habitable for human life. Even I avoid it, only venturing when I need to sleep, and even then with utmost caution.

So, back to the road code. I was trying to sift my way through this wreck which I affectionately call my bedroom when I found four cups, half filled with milo and tea. It was disgusting! Two of the tea cups had mould growing on them, it was like my own penicillin farm but worse because the tea had kind of gone gloopy and the teabag was slimy and gross. The milo cup was only slightly better. The residual milo had hardened, forming some kind of weird plastic. The spoon that was in that cup had stuck to the bottom.

Oh dear god. I am disgusting.

I didn't really want to touch them. I didn't really want to leave them in my room either (mutant flesh eating fungi anyone?). It was a lose lose situation. In the end, I grabbed them by the handles, ran upstairs and poured boiling water after them. DIE EVIL FUNGUS!!

I still haven't found the road code.