A full on attack is more like it. No time for lengthy diatribes today. I want desperately to flop myself into the pool, but the wild urge to clean and THROW THINGS AWAY has overtaken me. Everything must go. I'm going from packrat clutter to minimalist chic. I might do befores and afters. I'm fucking stick of STUFF everywhere.
Tonight: drinks and cheesecake Tunes: 30 Seconds to Mars (upbeat/angry is good for a cleaning frenzy)