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I've decided that my state of mind is closely, if not directly correlated to the orderliness of my room.
As I was explaining to David, I clean my room on weekends. So on Monday, and the beginning of the week...it's spotless, everything's cached exactly in its designated place...and I'm refreshed. Then as the week goes on...it gets more trashed, and I don't have the energy to deal with it, and so the clutter builds up, just as I get more and more frantic from dealing with school for consecutive days. Finally, by Friday, my room is an everloving sty, and I'm just about going crazy for need of a repose.
It makes total sense. My room is a fucking danger zone at the moment. I don't have the energy to deal with it.
And, accordingly, my mood has been abysmal pretty much all day. Heeh.
EDIT- So I sucked it up and did it <.< All clean...and yeah, I actually -do- feel a bit better. o.O More proof of my theory, eee.
As I was explaining to David, I clean my room on weekends. So on Monday, and the beginning of the week...it's spotless, everything's cached exactly in its designated place...and I'm refreshed. Then as the week goes on...it gets more trashed, and I don't have the energy to deal with it, and so the clutter builds up, just as I get more and more frantic from dealing with school for consecutive days. Finally, by Friday, my room is an everloving sty, and I'm just about going crazy for need of a repose.
It makes total sense. My room is a fucking danger zone at the moment. I don't have the energy to deal with it.
And, accordingly, my mood has been abysmal pretty much all day. Heeh.
EDIT- So I sucked it up and did it <.< All clean...and yeah, I actually -do- feel a bit better. o.O More proof of my theory, eee.
