"It's not cold, Chuck Norris just scared the sun away"

Things suck lately and I don't want to talk about it.  So there.  I am in one of those moods where I want to do a whole lot of things at once and get a lot done so I can feel less like a ridiculous failure and yet mostly my house is just messier now than it was before.  I made a pie today, which is better than eating a pie, which I'll probably do tomorrow.  I have all of these things that might be useful one day but frankly that day won't come until I throw the damn things away so that's what I'm doing.  I feel like I do this all the time, go through my house on a rampage with a trash can, but yet there is still so much junk.  Why is that, it's mystic evil energy like what happens to paired socks in the dryer.