Cleaning binge

I stumbled out of bed today.. my hair all over the place.. such a cold lonely morning, I feel so empty and my soul restless.. I walked to the bathroom as my jewels were hanging out of my boxers for some reason.. I pee.

My roomate yells.. "dang its cold, as he cringes in his bed".... I reply "what are you talking about, its not that cold.. you should get your thyroid checked out, you may have hypothyroidism, you're always cold fool".

Or maybe its me.. maybe it was really that cold and my senses feel only slightly cold.. how do I know? I look to my phone and read "6 missed calls from kabul".. oh thats great, the moment couldn't get anymore cold.. I lie down on my bed.. and bury my face into the pillow..

I get up about 10 minutes later.. and stumble into the living room.. and stare around.. gosh so messy, what the hell was going on in there I thought.. the cleaning binge began..

Washed my bed sheets, my blanket, my clothes, reorganized my desk, my bookshelf, took out the trash, vacuumed, dusted.. ahhhhhhhhhh sighhhhh feels so good now..

Its strange that I've developed these urges to clean all the time within the last year.. I used to drive my parents crazy with my messiness... my mom just cant imagine me having a nice organized room with my clothes folded nicely in my closet.. niether can my dad.. its like an inside joke that they tell everyone about "ohhh Dr. M never cleans his room.. his undies all over the place".

People do change..

-m