My boyfriend walked into my apartment with sandy shoes and I just about had a nervous breakdown. I know I have a problem (a weird one, but nonetheless)...but just because I compulsively clean and just because I avoid a lot of other important things to do keep my apartment spotless...DOESN'T MEAN THAT IT'S STILL NOT A LOT OF WORK!!!

It has to be one of the more bizarre addictions known to humanity. Why couldn't I be an alcoholic, or something that is kind of fun for a little while, something that actually makes sense, like eating, having sex, or gambling. But no, my instincts are so derailed that the only way to satisfy my need to stuff my feelings is to find an addiction that takes deprivation to a new level and that not by any stretch of the imagination is fun. Not ever.

Just for today, it's OK to let my apartment be dirty.