Keeping my apartment tidy – when I have been successful, I’ve been compulsive about it, organizing and re-organizing for hours. Once I get started I can’t stop until everything is done. It’s odd, very extreme – either I don’t do a thing and the place is a disaster, or I get manic about it and can’t stop. It does feel good to clean, and to have a clean place. I guess I could pick worse things to be compulsive about.
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