state of affairs
lately i've been fantasizing about taking the day off and cleaning my apartment. seriously. while i'm getting ready for work i think i'd rather be doing laundry. i should be craving escapes to the beach or lazy afternoons at cafes or bare-footed walks on cool grass. but no. i'm tempted to take a sick day to take out the trash.
it's pretty transparent, actually. i tend to go on cleaning fits when i feel like i'm losing control over my life. i can control the cleanliness. i can see instant results. as objects are reorganized and put in their places, i start feeling like my life is back in order. textbook.
it's a sad state of affairs, really, when i dream about domestic drudgery.