Carpet chills

OK. My floor is covered in pieces of USC frosted flakes and my entire wardrobe is residing on top off all of my unpacked and newly washed clothes in my suitcase. There is pita bread and emtpy hummus containers in every corner of my room and each day it gets harder to find my make up in the one and only drawer that is in my possession. I've come to the conclusion that;
A. I can clean my room
B. I can resist from cleaning my room today (and let the monsters of carpet flooring take over my soul for the night)

I think I'll have some frosted flakes while I think about it a while longer.