Cleaning up. Moving on.

Well, last night's stand up was not exactly what I was hoping for, but it did result in the accomplishment of an incredible feat; my bedroom is clean. And not just clean as in I put all my laundry in the hamper, but dusted, vacuumed, swept, and straightened. The frenetic pace of my life in the past month or so has witnessed the gradual decline of my borderline OCD need to keep my dwelling clean and comfortable (there are only so many hours in a day) and as a result, the dust bunnies had actually begun to breed, and you know what they say about breeding rabbits. It ain't pretty.

Finding order in the chaos has always a therapeutic thing for me. Last night I was both annoyed and hurt. I know I know, I never even met the guy, he was just a picture and a profile. Well, let's just call it the straw that broke the camel's back. But one spotless room and a stubborn "Screw you, and your seriously lame 'I'm not going to be able to make it' exit strategy. I am going out to have coffee anyway!" later, I am feeling a little more my happy-go-lucky self this morning.

So now it is on to the next thing, bringing a bit of Christmas and the outdoors into my grand apartment, and making Christmas ornaments with my Little to hang on our newly purchased indoor Evergreen.

Though I myself may be ever green, and ever thinking I can expect all people to treat me as I would them, it is a sentiment I refuse to give up, despite having felt the singe of that naive expectation on multiple occasions. I will not allow a few wankers, as Amanda so aptly christened them, to spoil my outlook on life. Instead, I'll clean. And make Christmas ornaments the likes of which you've never seen!