Just Because You’re Paranoid Doesn’t Mean Your Tub Doesn’t Need Scrubbing

So today was a cleaning day. I meant to put one paper in a file folder. Eight hours later…

You know that saying, “Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not after you”? Well, I think a proper cognate to that would be, “Just because you’re cleaning for the sole purpose of relieving unnamed stress doesn’t mean your bathtub wasn’t way overdue for a good scrubbing.”

Anyway, at the end of the day:

• I’d shredded three garbage bags worth of stored-up papers that I didn’t need (and, frankly, probably didn’t need to be shredded, but I really like shredding stuff).
• I’d also filed away months’ worth of papers that I’d left laying for too long
• I’d thrown out loads of papers left over from the law review notewriting process
• I’d finally pitched all the materials I’d gathered from various law schools when I was trying to decide where to attend law school (I think that ship has sailed, no?)
• I tossed all the materials on potential job contacts to which to send resumes during my 1L year
• I’d cleaned all of my rodents’ cages
• I washed all of the garbage cans in my apartment, bases and lids
• I’d vacuumed (once with the big vacuum and once with the Swivel Sweeper to get the stuff the big one missed, and then I used compressed air to fully clean off the Swivel Sweeper, and then used the DustBuster to sweep up the dust from that).
• I’d started doing a basic bathroom cleaning, and wound up doing a full-on aerobic scrubbing of the bathtub, complete with hard-core hard-water stain removal and soap-residue scrapage
• I washed my kitchen table really well, in preparation for doing grad announcements there
• I rousted up all my magazines that I stashed in various corners of the apartment

I realize that this may not sound like anything that would take all day long, but trust me–it did. I had a lot of crap piled up around here.

So now, I have showered all the cleaning dirt away, and am comfy in the PJs and Ugg boots, going to have a Mums & Dad chat, watch some TV, and head to bed. Whew. Sometimes, you just gotta clean.

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