Nobody I know is staying home tonight. I choose to. I walked into my apartment at 5 in the afternoon after spending the night and most of the day at a friend's and I all I could see was chaos, things. I was having fun at my friend's until I starting thinking about the laundry that I hadn't done. And then it became an obsession and I didn't feel okay with anything. It's strange how I let something like that kinda put a funk on a really nice day. So the laundry's done. But there are still things, out of place, misplaced, unplaced, some unwanted. All I want right now is a clean home. I opened up Pandora and pulled out the brooms, dust rags, giveaway box. I stay purging.