Last night I attempted to move anything embarrassing or incriminating from easy view, as my apartment was being shown this morning.

Upon arriving home tonight, I realized that I failed in two regards: my personalized notepad is still lying out with my weeks-old to-do list, #1 being "find new apartment." Also, my closet door was left open, presumably by myself. (I don't remember closing it.)

Hello, landlord and stranger in my apartment! Do you like my yarn projects and underpants?