<p>Lately, I&#39;ve alternately been royally pissed off (at humanity!&#0160; All of it!&#0160; We suck!) or feeling sorry for myself.</p>

<p>Don&#39;t ask me to explain why.&#0160; Maybe I&#39;m turning into a toddler.</p>

<p>Today I was moping around feeling sorry for myself because my kitchen floor was ugly and filthy.&#0160; So you know what I did?&#0160; I got on my hands and knees and scrubbed it to an inch of its life.&#0160; I haven&#39;t done that since I was pregnant.&#0160; (I&#39;m not.)</p>

<p>The floor still looks like shit, but at least it&#39;s clean.&#0160; And I feel better.&#0160; </p>

<p>Who knew?&#0160; Cleaning actually works as a mood-lifter.&#0160; If only I had know about that, oh, about 15 lbs worth of Mallomars ago!&#0160; I sincerely hope this cranky mood turns me into an obsessive-compulsive so that I can finally be a neat and organized person.</p>

<p>Unfortunately, the effects are short-lived, so I&#39;m going to take a nap instead of doing the nasty dishes in the sink.&#0160; Because I&#39;ll get on my hands and knees and scrub linoleum, but wet food stuck on forks?&#0160; That&#39;s just going to make me sad.</p>
