I just got a chance to sorta-kinda start cleaning up my room (which has been morphing into a insanely cluttered wasteland for the last 2 months or so). It's amazing how much that cheers me up - I'm such a neat freak. Or an organization freak, I guess. I don't care if it's actually clean; I dust my room, on average, about once a year (and it shows - everything is coated with a fine layer of dust... perhaps this is why I'm always sick to some extent? Or maybe my immune system just can't take the constant stress...) However, my books and CDs are in alphabetical order, and I'm constantly making lists and jotting down little notes to keep myself in order. I'm just a little anal retentive, that's all...