You know how sometimes the cleaning frenzy strikes people, and they find themselves unable to rest, chew gum, or do homework until everything within the line of sight is spotless and neatly arranged in symmetrical patterns? Yeah. I suffered an attack of I-must-cleanitis two days ago, for no particular reason that I could identify upon much reflection.

This is why my room is now spotless, and, secondarily, why I am unable to find half of the items I’m accustomed to using on a daily basis. Fail.