I cleaned my room today. Roommates of the past can vouch for me that when I say "I clean," I clean. In fact, it is when I go on these cleaning sprees that I begin to think that I truly must have some minor form of OCD. I obsess about eliminating every particle of dust, organizing everything with some illogical scheme, and quarantining my room from any threat of filth. Yes, I have issues... (And yes, I was bored today...)

Not only do I have OCD, I also have the tendencies of a person suffering from bipolar disorder. Not in the sense of depression versus elation, but rather, cleanliness soon begets messiness and vice versa. For someone claiming to be obsessive and compulsive about keeping things neat, I can spontaneously become a total slob. And when I transform into this monster, I will let my room deteriorate to the point where it is uninhabitable. Once again, I have issues... (And yes, I was bored enough to write about cleaning...)