It’s REALLY EASY to be a slob. Seriously. I could do it every day without effort. Looking around me right now, I see a bunch of scattered papers for a bunch of projects that I haven’t quite gotten around to doing yet; I know that there’s laundry that has yet to be folded over in the next room; and don’t even get me started on my bedroom — by the time I get in there every night, I’m too tired to give a care about keeping it in order. It just seems to be easier to just try and take care of one thing in life at a time and not worry about all the menial tasks of keeping things in order.