The amount of time since I've properly made my bed is getting pretty close to being measured in decades, plural. What's the point? No one else cares (my girlfriend sure doesn't and doesn't bother making her own bed, either), and I sure as hell don't. Besides, I don't have space in my room for a desk/chair (too many shelves and crap covered with books and computer equipment), so my bed is my chair, and there's more space for my mouse to work better if the pillow and sheets and blankets and whatnot are all in a heap in the corner out of the way (or being worn like a cloak by me if it's cold, like now, heh). Basically, if I'm not here, no one else is to care, and if I am here, it'd get un-made after 15 minutes anyway, so it's a waste of time.