Ahh... The stink of clean.

My major accomplishment for the weekend was cleaning my house on a massive scale. I think my house is now cleaner than it has been possibly since I moved in. Honestly I found some of the scariest dust monsters I've ever seen in there. I really should clean more often, but I'm lazy and a little dust doesn't bother me that much. I do feel good about all that cleaning though. There is something very satisfying about working like that with such a goal in mind and achieving that goal. I mean my job has lots of satisfaction when I get some obscure way of doing things to work, but the simple "I did this" feeling I get from manual labor is somehow just as satisfying if not more so. I should go help build another barn.

One thing I found while cleaning was photographic evidence of a better time in my life. I found some pictures of some occasion, presumably my birthday party, and it was an artifact of a past life. In this picture I looked happy, all my friends, even the ones who are missing from my life now, were there, and they all looked happy too. It was a bittersweet discovery, of course(except for the picture of my sister's cat which I was actually happy to find). So what'd I do with the photos? What I did with everything else I didn't want to think about from back then: throw them the fuck out(excepting, of course, the cat photo). I don't like photos in the first place, so it was hardly a stretch to glance at something that was mildly depressing and then throw it away without a worry. If finding those pictures tells me anything, it is this: I need new photos from my life now that I am happier. That way when I throw them out I won't even ponder the whole unhappy past thing.