Cleaning My Apartment

The Morning Bun: Quick blurbs with a fresh take on our Yuppie lives that we would probably share over mimosas…if it were not a weekday.

I drift. Well, my mind drifts often. I ain’t clean either, those close to me admit I’m neat, but clean? No chance.

So when my apartment is trashed post birthday, post impromptu pregame, and post screening of Project X (it’s still just as Lit), it throws everything out of whack. Now, in college, i would have let this build up for a week, thrown another pregame, then get cleaners…actually, we’d go out more time, then finally get cleaners. But now, in this crazy day and age, I decide to put on J. Cole’s new album (it’s fire, by the way) and go HAM cleaning my apartment the morning after said original pregame. Wow, instant therapy. Is this maturation? Is this a mindless activity for an overtly annoying mind? Am I overthinking the act of cleaning my apartment by writing about it? Probably.

It’s the little wins we value. Cleaning your apartment. Half-off mimosas. Class Pass trial period extension. The canceled meeting. All of which help just a little bit…