I should be writing essays and studying right now, shouldn't I? My first exam is on Monday, and I've got a ten-page paper due Tuesday by 5:00. Instead, I have gone into a cleaning frenzy. It's the most useful form of procrastination I know. When I'm vacuuming, taking out the trash and sorting my closet, I feel the warm glow of accomplishment, of doing something grown-up, responsible, and laudable. Regardless of how much other stuff I should be doing instead. I've packed a lot of my stuff into the boxes under my bed, folded my clothes neatly, organized the papers floating around my desk into their respective binders, and lined up all my textbooks neatly in descending size. So yeah, my room is immaculate. Except there's kind of a stain on the carpet under my bed, and it's not coming out with vacuuming and I think maybe it's mildew. It smells musty. Damn you, short blowdryer cord!
Actually my whole room kinda smells like rancid old books or something, despite the cinnamon broom in my closet (which, by the way, is a really good way to scent up a room when you're not allowed to burn candles despite being a human fire extinguisher). So I'm thinking I can kiss my housing deposit goodbye. I'm also thinking that since my housing deposit will be used to replace the carpet and stuff, there's no harm in practicing a little bit more...
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