When i spend a weekend at home, the place turns into a cyclone ravaged wasteland. Matt told me he wouldn’t be home until tomorrow… and so i wasted no time in leaving everything i could on the floor and in the hallway. When left to my own devices for a weekend i tend to enter my residence and start shedding stuff as i make my way to the couch or bed. After two or three such sheds, the apartment looks either like it was ransacked or like it played host to a rather rambunctious threesome (or foursome) who couldn’t wait to get into the bedroom to get naked. Of course, neither of those things ever happens in my apartment. Yep, it’s just me in here….