It's a happy enchilada

Either I am the messiest person on the planet (this seems unlikely) or I am one of the worst cleaning ladies ever to attempt to organize a 600 sq ft space. The latter seems more likely.
There is no logical reason why it should take 6 hours to clean a closet and a living room. And yet it has. Then at hour 6 I grew weary of the task and I created a bunch of piles of crap and sat down to be a big lump of a girl.
Tomorrow maybe I will finish the bedroom (definately the easiest room to clean-if yr able to work around the inanimate dog--who despite having no vim or vigor still gets cranky when I run the vacuum in his vicinity and ate a half pound of hamburger today.
I'm looking forward to going home. Maybe I'll even head out on Tuesday-tho Wednesday seems like the better option I'd like to be home sooner rather than later...Y'know til I'm there---then I'll be thinking about all the fun I could be having in East Nashvegas. That's the way that the world goes round.
Is it easier to clean more space than less? Perhaps I should buy a house and create a "catch all room" that sounds like something I would do.
I keep finding more CDs. I think my apartment is a breding ground for independently produced CDs by sensitive singer songwriters with long wavy sandy hair and mournful eyes--I own approx. 7 billion discs fitting this description.