For some off reason, I’ve been eerily excited to clean this weekend. I’ve worked so much his week, where I wouldn’t leave the office until 6:30 or 7:00pm, only to come home and work some more. I know, envy me right?

I stumbled upon an article on Friday titled, “Clean like a maid.” I don’t know why I was so interested, but I knew I had to clean this place up. I have this subconscious parallel between cleaning my apartment and cleaning my slate. Hopefully this is the last, and usually is, step in my overcoming something.

I smell like Comet and I love it. My hands are rouch and dry from scrubbing with 409. This, ladies and gentlemen, is a pathetic portrait of beauty.