My house looks as if I have a toddler living here. But no, it is just you and your toys. Please learn to pick up after yourself.
Signed, The Management.
I owe you more exercise. It's tough in the winter, and I feel guilty. You, however, seem relatively happy.
Or, rather, you act the same way whether I've just run you ragged a few hours before or I've kept you cooped up inside the house all day. You're perpetually rearing to go regardless of your activity levels.