I cleaned my room, and it wasn’t an average it’s-easier-to-close-my-eyes-and-convince-myself-the-room-is-nontoxic-than-it-was-before. It was a gosh-i’ve-died-and-gone-to-minimalism-heaven.
It’s gone from “Gosh, something smells like smoke” to, “oh my god, what am I smoking?”.
While regular clean-up routines were a little makeover at the salon where you aren’t sure when they last washed the scissors, this one was a liposuction, plastic surgery, behavioural modification, and actually learning to dance.
Well, thanks to the six hour power cut right in middle of exam time, I spent a good five hours moving everything off the floor, washing the floor and the walls, and even chased out the evil nether-creatures under my mattress. Then threw out whatever I didn’t need, leaving me with a few clothes, a few books, a bed and a desktop, and three stuffed bunnies.
There’s now more space, more sunlight, and a perpetual grin on my face, and a spring in my step.
And people think I’ve forgotten it’s exam time.
Crap! it’s exam time.
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