Thursday, April 19, 2001


Sometimes I just can't get out of the house in the morning. As I go out the door, I suddenly become a neat freak.* "oooh Mr. better go in the hamper.", "Juice glass, into the washer with you." "Hmmm lets straighten these magazines a bit".

Why does an empty apartment need to be neat? The mess will be waiting for me when I get home. I am not like this all the time. I mean...I am a rather neat person, but dirty dishes tend to make me sleepy. Maybe I am secretly afraid the mess will multiply and reproduce while I am gone.

(*don't worry, I am not obsessive compulsive. I don't check my stove five times before I leave)

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