Spring Cleaning

I was washing the dishes, thinking about you as I always so often do, stacking the clean dishes atop the other clean dishes that I couldn't be bothered unpacking from the previous meals dish washing and it hit me. That this is what my life has turned into. Piles and piles of things I just can't be bothered sorting out, or throwing out, or putting away.

I sit at my computer for longer hours than I sleep each day, empty orange juice glass to my left, day old red cordial glass to my right, week old teacup shoved mindfully behind my speakers. Noodle cup lid, fruche container, dove chocolate wrapper poking vicariously from my nearly full bin. Travel bag sitting by my bookshelf, each zipper open and clothes, clean and dirty, spilling from it, over onto the floor next to my meter by meter mound of week old newspapers and music magazines. Pens, shoes, my brand new wok scattering the floor, reaching the end of my bed. My esky hidden by a pile of worn-once dresses and stockings, skipping my bags, jackets and blanket smothered bed leading all the way back to my desk. Piles and piles of things I just can't be bothered sorting out, or throwing out, or putting away.

Hundreds of drafts, news articles, interview transcripts, history essays, government flyers, receipts, comics, paint brushes, stationary - god is there stationary -, broken DVR, mini tape recorder, tissues, dictionary, half started painting, papers and papers and papers, shit that just needs to go somewhere. My chipped hot pink fingernails tapping away at my broken keyboard. My computer desktop covered. Files and files of things I just can't be bothered sorting out, or throwing out, or putting away.

...and it hit me. That this is what my mind has turned into.
I think tomorrow, before my Art lecture, that I will do some Spring cleaning.