After my first lecture in phonetics today (dialects! diaphragm! BBC! GA! YAY!) I got home and took a good look around the apartment.
After a hearty meal of something I think was intended to resemble Chili con carne, I proceeded to do all the dirty dishes in the kitchen, clean out my closet, and completely clean my bedroom.
I swear to God, I didn't know I had this much floor. O_O
And now I'm hungry again.
Anyway. I think that's why I never clean. Because when I do clean, once every other month or so, everything is SO. CLEAN. If I were to clean every day, it would make me feel so good. See? Perfectly logical. STOP CLEANING; IT'S GOOD FOR YOU.