I haven't written for a few days as I have been extremely busy trying to clean my house.  I hate cleaning, but I have found that if things in my house are neat and orderly, that I feel good about being me.  I think it's going to become a sick obsession and perhaps it's something stemming from my years living at home with my parents.  You see, my mother, whenever she had something bothering her or needing to uplift herself, would bake something or clean something.  I call it the 1960's bubble.  I used to do this more when I was upset, but now I find I do it all the time.  I'm obsessed with cleaning.  Everyday it's something new....and on the weekends when I have more time, it gets worse.  I find I can't sit still long enough to enjoy my time off from work, as I'm always getting up and cleaning something, cooking something, tearing something apartand putting it back together.  I can see it's going to get old fast...but hey, at least I have a clean house for now right?  *L*