Memo to myself:

Dear Rob, get your ass away from that PC! You need to....
- iron your clothes if you want to have something decent to wear on your short holiday
- bring a bunch of important letters to the postoffice
- check if your new uniform isn't too big for you
- have breakfast
- burn a CD for a friend. TODAY.
- pack everything for my holiday
- take out the trash
- call mom to prove you're still alive (even if she checks twice a week)
- SSS (Shit, Shower and Shave)

Pull yourself together, man!
Your conscience

P.S. Don't worry, dear readers. His apartment isn't as big a pigsty as you think. ;)