A clean room makes me feel so adult. Seeing my teeny tiny space all tidy, everything has a place and everything is in said place- it's satisfying. And I finally understand the whole "I clean when I'm procrastinating" thing. I mean, I may have stayed in pjs til noon and my essay may not have been started, but gosh darn it my room is clean! I washed my sheets, did the dishes, wiped down the sink, took out the trash, did my ironing, and tidied my desk. Plus, I'm blogging! Aren't you so impressed?