Topix Underground

Wow man. My universe has descended into chaos. I run a tight ship; everything in its place, chores done, everything clean and organised. It's a measure of discipline and self respect that I myself practice and thereby instil in my subordinates, which in this case are a bunch of cats. My wife and kid are home 5 minutes and the joint looks like someone threw a grenade through the window. It doesn't even make sense. How can one even function amongst disarray? How can one walk out of a room without turning off the light? It's as if they are sociopaths. This is going to suck for me. My wife's going to be poking her head out and angrily pushing the button that opens the garage door to the sub-freezing weather when I'm trying to peacefully enjoy the tiny scrap of territory I have left in front of my dope smoking window out there. Can't have that. Anything that brings me joy must be eradicated utterly.