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My House Looks Like My Head Feels

Posted on the 08 August 2011 by Lauralevites

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This is what my house looks like right now, its mocking me…

Someone once walked into my house once and said this, “You’re either a genius or psychologically disturbed.”  Can’t I be both?

Which was funny to me because the said person came to my house because they wanted vicodin.  Really? I wouldn’t judge the dealer.

I haven’t cleaned my house for the past three months because I’ve been busy working. I just got done writing, performing, directing and producing my one woman show, How Did I Get Here?

If I could draw a picture of how my head actually feels it would look like this.

I wish I could give my house an antidepressant and it would magically feel better.  I wish I had a self-cleaning house, like my oven.

I have reached my limit on multitasking.

I am not a social person, but I have been doing everything not to be here.

I get it, my mom told me when you pick something up you either put it or throw it away.  Except my brain doesn’t work that way.  It goes while I am taking my coke can to the recycle bin, lets just check my email, take a phone call, walk the dogs..

The mess begins so small too, but it grows and grows until you have nowhere to step in your apartment.

I hate cleaning.

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