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As Sam shuffled through his apartment on the way back from the bathroom, even with sleep still in his eyes, he noted the dishes on the counter, the crumbs that stuck to his foot, the swinging door that rubbed on the floor, the laundry piled behind the door, and the sweaty, wrinkled sheets on the bed.  While not thinking about it too hard, Sam vowed when he woke up for real he would make today the day he made progress.  He shoved around the towels he had stuffed into a pillowcase and flopped back into bed, sun streaming in through a gap in the papers covering the window, and fell fast asleep.