Okay, better late than never, I did get a few things done tonight. Cleaned the kitchen, did all the dished, scrubbed the stovetops, counters, and floor. Did all the non-automated bills I had waiting in a stack. Started sorting some of the miscellaneous paperwork I have laying around. I think if I work on cleaning up the rest of my apartment, which I've been gradually working on, I'll feel a bit better about some things. Let a lot of things go around here, and after awhile, it just really gets to me that I'm living alternately as a neat freak and a bachelor slob. It goes in about 2 week cycles-- 2 weeks all clean and neat, 2 weeks of crap strewn everywhere for the kitties to play with.

Someday, I'd like my place to look neat, clean, and maybe ditch the dorm-room sense of style. But, I doubt I'll actually conquer this bachelor thing until I'm actually living with a girl or something. Not that the girl would clean everything, but I'd actually feel motiviated to keep a place nice for someone else... is that pitiful, or what? :)