all that's missing is a bloody apron!

i must be hormonal or someshit. i've been cleaning up like a madman all day. first my computer and then my apartment.

it started with sorting out my iphoto, continued as an innocent act of wiping the desk and suddenly i have went through all those piles of papers that mysteriously pile up in certain spots around the place. and then it got out of hands and i've pretty much gone through all the junk that i have and tidied everything up.

you should see the mountain of excess crap i have piled up for throwing away. i reckon that's at least three trips to the bins.

i feel heaps better, but now i feel like i need to do something to myself. mebbe a run would help? the weather certainly seems nice enough...