Cleaning?

I hate it. With a passion. Honestly, I'd rather have my legs waxed with duct tape than spend a few hours cleaning.

And yet I force myself to do it anyways.

Got home from work this evening and had this burst of "I need to clean, this bedroom is a disaster and it bothers the heck out of me" energy. So far, I've...
- cleaned everything off the floor
- put away all of the clean laundry (minus the batch of darks that just came out of the dryer, I have no energy anymore)
- vacuumed the floor
- done about 4 batches of laundry
- scrubbed the walls (hehehe)

... It doesn't sound like much, but aside from the top of the dresser, the room is completely clean. And I'm shot as far as energy goes. I -was- going to clean Shadow's house out, but I think I'll get Rory to do that. He was supposed to clean the living room but really hasn't yet.