Nesting

The apocalypse may be near my dears as I have an overwhelming urge to clean. This makes my mother happy and me one very confused person. All I want to do is burrow inside my apartment and clean out every drawer. Throw out the shit I have lugged from state to state, apartment to apartment and just be done with it. I'm sure it's very symbolic and whatnot, all indicative of my mental state and need for order and a semblance of control. But still... I have never wanted to clean in my life so I have determined it's a sign of the end of the world. Hug your kids and do a shot of vodka, as tonight I clean.