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I could write about a lot of things in the world. Royal wedding. MS Walk on Saturday. The correspondent's dinner. Osama bin Laden being dead. The eighty conspiracy theories that I've heard since that news broke. The drama that occurred on Monday. How awesome Doctor Who is. But I'm not going to.
I have a recurring dream, and I had it again last night. I'm in my room at my parents' house in Iowa, except it is really dirty. Dirt, dust bunnies everywhere, and it's a mess. The furniture is all higgledy piggledy, and I have so many books that don't fit on my bookshelves (okay, accurate), and clothes are falling out of the closet. And no matter what I do or how I try to organize it all, it just seems messier or when I finally get something the way I want it and then turn around to organize something else, it goes to hell.
I'm sure there's a good Freudian explanation in there somewhere and it's probably true, I just wish I would stop having it. I wake up anxious and with the obscene need to CLEAN ALL THE THINGS (and not in a good "Oh this needs to get done" sort of way, in the OCD sort of way).
I have a recurring dream, and I had it again last night. I'm in my room at my parents' house in Iowa, except it is really dirty. Dirt, dust bunnies everywhere, and it's a mess. The furniture is all higgledy piggledy, and I have so many books that don't fit on my bookshelves (okay, accurate), and clothes are falling out of the closet. And no matter what I do or how I try to organize it all, it just seems messier or when I finally get something the way I want it and then turn around to organize something else, it goes to hell.
I'm sure there's a good Freudian explanation in there somewhere and it's probably true, I just wish I would stop having it. I wake up anxious and with the obscene need to CLEAN ALL THE THINGS (and not in a good "Oh this needs to get done" sort of way, in the OCD sort of way).