Today wasn't a good day. Nothing happened to set me off... it was just one of those days. You know, one of those days where you want to leave class early, come home, eat a pint of ice cream and dive under the covers of your bed never to be seen for the next 3 hours, when you emerge for more ice cream and a chick flick that you watch while curled up in your bed. Yeah, one of those days... only I didn't get in bed, or eat ice cream, but I DID watch a chick flick because it came on after King of Queens and I was too lazy to go find the remote. Surprisingly however, I didn't feel any better after watching the movie, so I did the one thing that really makes me feel better when I'm depressed... I cleaned.
Yes, you heard me right. When I'm depressed I clean my apartment. The definition of "clean" is very different for my roommates and I, and today I just couldn't handle our "clean" apartment any longer. So out came the bleach, the various rags, sponges and spray bottles. 3 hours later and I'm feeling much better. Too bad I don't have any ice cream as a reward.
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