OCD OOC

Now that my semester has ended (to a certain extent) and my health has returned (to a certain extent), have realized just how disastrous my physical life has become. As in my house is a flippin' mess and it's re-god-damn-diculous. Especially considering my little thing with being an all-controlling, obsessive, "please pass the windex" clean freak.

Thus, in between bouts of homework and residual paper writing, have managed to complete the following tasks:

1. Have bleached/sanitized every square inch of this place. It involved a lot of scrubbing, being on my knees, and the not-so-subtle fumes of Mr. Clean Antibacterial.
2. Reorganized shoe collection. Managed to get rid of 4 pair of pink heels alone. Frightening, n'est-ce pas? Also switched winter shoes to their summer hibernation and got out the labelmaker (which I adore beyond expression) just for kicks.
3. Organized massive magazine collection by title and chronology. And subject matter. It's gorgeous.
4. Separated bookshelf by topic, frequency of use, non-fiction/fiction, etc. It too is gorgeous.
5. Switched artwork. Needed some variety after the stagnancy/nightmare that has been the past 6-8 months. Pretty refreshing.
6. Laundry. Everything is once again Downy April Fresh, including towels and linens and that pesky pile of "hand wash only" delicates that I've been avoiding for so long. Apparently, and much to my disappointment, if you leave them long enough, they do not in fact clean themselves.
7. Alphabetized and filed piano music that had taken permanent residence atop the piano in two heaps. Aaaahhhh. So much better.

Sadly, this list could continue but I'll leave out the rest of the details (like cleaning my laptop keyboard with q-tips... kindof a tragic "single woman who lives with her cat" moment).

But life is better when it sparkles a bit, eh?