Cleaning

I usually hate cleaning...the way it just never goes away...if it's not clutter, then it's dust or grime or clothes on the floor. And cleaning seems unnatural in a way - within minutes of dusting - seconds, perhaps - tiny particles of dust are once again settling themselves comfortably all over everything - making themselves at home, as if they're supposed to be there. Like they're returning to a normal state. Or maybe it is living indoors that is unnatural, not the cleaning...? Outside the wind moves and stirs the dust, such that it won't necessarily settle and stay. Hmm.

Cleaning isn't always so bad, though...sometimes it can be gratifying in an inexlicable way. As I said before, I hate - despise - cleaning. The constancy of it. That it can be satisfying is alien...but also makes sense, if that makes any sense. I guess it is in part the instant gratification, the knowledge that something is shining when it wasn't before, and I'm responsible. One of few things in life that is visible in that way.

I guess that's about all for my midnight ramble - I am probably tired from the cleaning!

Up late again...

Well, it's a work night and I am up late again...part of it was a late start, part of it was procrastination...since I am going to that scrapbooking event this weekend, I wanted to get my homework done. For one paper, it was necessary since it's due Saturday and I am not here...but I also wanted to complete my assignments that are due Monday and I just didn't get to them.

But, now I've done part of my team assignment, finished my assignment due tonight, finished my assignment due Saturday, and I filed my taxes...all in all I guess it's been productive, but I still haven't packed so I still can't go to bed!! Ahhh!

I find it funny that the first part of "analysis" is "anal".