Spring clean.

Time for a spring clean of my apartment. I’ll also pull a few complimentary dance moves (on the house) here and there if the song if good—right now it’s brilliant Turkish concert pianist Idil Biret interpreting Chopin’s “Andante spianato et grande polonaise brillante” and my feet already feel restless! Learned good cleaning (and dance!) habits from childhood. I like to be very organized and meticulously clean. Sometimes I succeed. Sometimes I purposefully mess things up and misplace an item or two (oops!) if I know people are coming over so I would appear more normal. But my OCD has faded throughout the years or so I tell myself. Maybe I just don’t give a fuck so much anymore. Maybe I let go of “normalcy” and lost hope of achieving it. After the clean I will have a music practice session (hopefully there will be time) ie. bang out a few tunes in my dungeon or sound. Then it’s time to move towards old town (hopefully the sun will still be out as it is now, shining gloriously), meet my manager + some friends and gradually get myself into a drunken jolly. A party awaits in the evening. Victory, here I come! Damn, it’s already past noon…