I have cleaned far, far too much in the past two weeks, and I’m just getting started.

Depression sucks. Cleaning helps.

I now have a desk of my very own, with drawers of my very own, at which I can sit and do my very own work. Not that I’ve gotten to use it much, as I’m still cleaning everything else.

But at least I no longer have a system of piles for storage in my bedroom.

My sphere of cleanliness increases daily!

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