The Fractal Uglies

I'm documenting the state of my apartment. It has gone beyond the predictable empty-pizza-boxes-and-unwashed-dishes stage, and into a fresher, more bizarre stage: If you just walk through my living room, you'll come out with CD-shard glitter on your hands and twigs and bark on your socks. And the dining room table is messy at every level of magnification:

.... and I've got a house guest coming in less than a week.