I can't sleep in my bed if it's not made. I can't do work in my apartment if it's not spotless. I haven't been sleeping and I've been procrastinating BIGTIME on some freelance assignments and all my side projects.
So I cleaned. All day. Everything. I even dusted. And that only happens when people are visiting but desperate times call for desperate measures.
Now it's spotless. And it feels good. My bed is made and my sheets smell like downy. And now I have no excuse but to sleep in and get. shit. done.
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