Today I am cleaning my kitchen. Every little nook and cranny will be spotless, and I will be so happy. I will promise myself that, because I enjoy cleanliness so much, I will keep it this way. But of course I won't. Don't ask me why. I love when my house is clean, so why isn't it clean all the time? It's not like I hate cleaning or anything (except the bathtub). Last week I cleaned every inch of the office and vowed to keep it looking nice. I've been trying, but slowly falling behind. It's like I'm running a race with Clutter and Mess, and I just can't quite keep up with them. Every once in awhile I'll pull ahead, but they always overtake me.