Binge Cleaning.

I walked into my room yesterday evening and realized the limited floor space I had. It looked as if I was beginning construction on a fire hazard of a paper castle. I had little piles of magazines all over, stacks of books every where else and other random items next to the piles and stacks. In cleaning up, I had to put away and throw away quite a few things, I looked at objects that once meant something to me and now...meaningless. I tried to reminisce the feelings these objects once stirred in me - alas, to no avail. I am hollow inside. Tired, empty and void of emotions. One by one I put them into a box and in its place, I put my books. Three and a half hours later, my physical exhaustion was finally in sync with my mental fatigue.

I like binge cleaning for that simple fact that it requires little thinking and it's perfect for the non-thinking moods that I frequently fall into. If I may add also, throwing things away can be quite therapeutic (Three bag full of garbage later!). =)