dusty delirium

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My room is tidy. It's more than a little creepy. Only days ago, I had issues with golden syrup and cat urine. (come to think of it, the urine is still a bit of an issue. don't ask.)

I can't express how exciting it is that, yesterday, I dusted UNDER the television. I feel certain no human being has ever done that kind of extreme clean before. It's a kind of Everest.

I love order. I love seeing books lined up on a shelf (some day I will arrange all my books in alphabetical order, then faint in ecstacy). I love a clean carpet. I love a picture hanging straight. I love imbuing the colour of various textas with meaning (red means urgent, green means free. . .)

Other things I love include sunshine, full-length dresses, Jelly Belly jelly beans, and my parents' marriage.

(And for those looking suspiciously at me right now. . . No I am not currently on drugs - medicinal or otherwise.)