I’m not sure I’ll ever convey the dread of knowing another human being is going to be in my studio apartment, the mad rush of cleaning an apartment I’ve neglected for many months, and the ecstatic relief when it’s done and I can be satisfied that it’ll look like I’m a somewhat clean person who does not ignore all elements of basic space maintenance in favor of far more valuable time spent in movies, books, video games, outside, anything that doesn’t feel like such an immense waste of the little time I get to be alive.