I'm really depressed right now and all day I've had 0 motivation to do anything -- but now I'm suddenly motivated to clean my pigsty of a room...

...because there's a f**king mouse running around!

(Well, I'm assuming there's a mouse because I hear lots of rustling, and I have plastic bags all over the floor... It sounds like something is crawling around IN those bags. Gosh!)

And, say... you know what? There is probably more than one of those little f**kers! If you've got one, you've got many! And I bet it's a mother and her babies... Maybe it's Snow White and her seven baby mice dwarves.

Now I'm anxious as f**k because I can't find them! I also don't want to set a trap because I'll get nasty mouse juice all over the floor once its back gets snapped in half by that metal bar on the mouse trap. No thanks.