I get cleaning. As you all know cleaning is probably my least favorite thing to do. I just love to let things slide until I can't even walk around the room. However, it seems that in highly stressful times my place is immaculate. Maybe my thought process is since my insides are all scattered maybe the place I'm living in shouldn't be. Maybe spending a few hours on a deep overhall keeps my mind off the troubles and on that troublespot. Or maybe the path to a better tomorrow starts at home.
Who can relieve their stress in a messy room anyways? Not us, that's for sure.
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