Making a mess everywhere I go is my special talent. If you only could see my room. Fiew days after my big cleaning it is back the way it was before. I mean I do try to keep my things in order, but some how the mess will always return. My clothes on the floor, my art stuff on the floor. It is endless. Sometimes I find things I didn’t even remember having.
If I got a robot, and it could do one thing for me. It would be cleaning. So I don’t have to live in a mess. Or if I manage to make one, the robot would clean it. It would be my best friend.