not once in my entire life, to my caretakers great annoyance. im just gonna be messing it up again day after day, whats the point? this may very well be the first logical quandary i faced as a child, and no amount of desperate reasoning from my parents could ever convince me there was a point to making one's bed.
A bed's a bed, and I'm going to end up cocooned in the blankets regardless- the only way a tidy bed differs would be family perceptions of my cleanliness, but they usually end up pretty poor from the outset, given that my desk is usually coated with a months worth of pepsi max cans and wrappers.
Hey, I always shower when leaving the house- it's not like I'll spread any of the diseases my room no doubt produces.
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