Clear the table

There's so much stuff in my room.

I don't feel like doing anything productive in here. My table is wasted with stationery, paper, books and apparently all the junk that I bought over the past year. It's worse at the shelf. You can probably conduct an archaelogical search there and find some remains of the early 90's embedded there.

I get so discouraged looking at a messy table.

When I actually do attempt to clean up, I undergo a theraupeutic trance. When I listen to the vacuum sucking up the dusts which have gathered in the nook and crannies; I get this feeling of contentment. I think I'm a closet MONK ---the Adrian Monk (the inimitable obsessive, compulsive master sleuth in the TV series erm...entitled MONK)

Yup. I like to arrange things symmetrically. Have things done in a certain order. (this is a natural schedule streamlined into the daily routine) Wear certain clothes. Things fall apart when I break the cycle.

But its not as acute as Monk's probably due to the fact that I am LAZY. Thats really the only reason why I don't clean up my room everyday, do the laundry and polish the silverware...