it’s always a rather cathartic experience whenever i clean up. last night was the second night that i did not do any work after i got home. after the last two weeks of hellish hours, it was wonderful not having to have the rain clouds of work, stress, and pressure storm over me. i think it affected my sleep, my waking hours, and everything else. no longer do i have kinks in my back and neck. it is a wonderful feeling.

last night i went about cleaning up and unpacking the boxes that were still stacked all over the place. i’m not completely sure how i feel about having my kitchen table in the middle of the dining area, i think i enjoyed it much more against the wall, so i think that when i am not entertaining people, i may always leave it there.

i think that it is an indication of a new low when i get excited when i go to target to buy a new swiffer mop. that can’t be a good thing.

but the place is finally getting cleaned up and i feel like it’s much more liveable than before. lots of open space, i kind of like it. i think that i need to start thinking about how to decorate the place. i guess that’ll come with time.

i’ve noticed that i have been much cleaner than i usually have been. i’m not sure if that it because i feel like it’s really my responsibility to keep the place clean or what, but it is a change that i’ve noticed. rarely do the dishes stay in the sink for more than a meal, usually they are cleaned right after use. i think that’s crazy.