Cleanliness is next to emotional-stabilitiness.

It has been two long months since my last confession post. Since then I have experienced several life changes, some good and some not so. In times of great changes, I like to do a little bit of emotional cleaning. Alas, I am not referring to sitting down with a trained specialist and tearily confessing my troubles whilst wringing a hankie in my hands. No, to relieve my emotional turmoil I clean my house.

Of course it usually backfires, this 'cleaning.' Case in point:



My method of cleaning has always been to consolidate the mess to a centralized area and then clean the mess from that area. I have come to realize that this method is faulty and can lead to disastrous results, such as the inability to leave one's house as the door is barricaded by piles of books, electronics and such. (And that was just from the living room!)

Of course, after the inevitable clean-up (which is expected to be concluded on such a day that I am expecting visitors) I do look forward to the viscous cycle of experiencing another bout of emotional turmoil where I trash the place again.

Ah, the life of a semi-responsible adult. ;)

This entry filled with poor sentence structures and wordiness has been brought to you by sleep, or lack of it.