So what do I do?
I’ve always been this way. I need a clean space to be able to concentrate on my work. I had the cleanest apartment in college. Seriously, it was spotless. Well, not where my roommate Liz cleaned her diaphram on the kitchen counter with cornstarch. Okay, sorry, you probably didn’t need to know that. I wonder if that trauma is the reason I hate to cook.
But I digress.
It’s sad when I break from cleaning to blog. Double stall method.
I’ve reached a new low.
But the countertops sure are spotless.