I have made a mess

There's paper all over the floor. Glue and paintbrushes about. The furniture has been moved and I dont know where all the scissors have gone to. The kitchen is filled with cups because for some reason I feel the need to use a different one ever time I get something to drink. The movie menu has played over and over. A journal I have just made sits and dries. I've been home alone and well...if my roommates came back right now I dont think they'd be the least bit surprised of the mess I have made.