Tomorrow a couple of people will come here that I'll need to make them believe things are going alright - sort of. Therefore I need to clean up this place. I don't know why I am such an untidy person. I like a clean, uncramped, open and well smelling place just like everyone else. But whenever I do it, when I clean and tidy and put stuff away and do dishes and all that - it will last for about four hours. Sometimes less. I don't even notice how or when it happens. The stir up I mean. I just leave a room and when I come back I realize that it is a mess again. I'm not saying it is not me that does that to my place. I'm no idiot. Of course it is me, but I just don't notice while I'm in the process of wrecking everything. I can't help it. I feel like I'm just living in my place.
But when my dad comes over for my birthday dinner I should at least disguise in what utter chaos I usually wander about. Then again: it's my father. Who isn't too great himself in noticing stuff. It was really always my mom I felt I had too clean up for. But my sister will be here and some friends'll come. So: I'll do it. In fact I could have started a while ago if I didn't feel the need to write about the need to get the place ready....
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