I must go where the whim takes me

[otherearths_outthere]

Which for some reason the whim decided that I should clean up my art room. Especially tackle behind my desk because that just doesn’t happen on the regular. I think I’m ready to go back to my sick bed. The amount of dead stinkbugs and dried up dog vomit is truly appalling. I think I’m in general a tidy, clean person. A sink of dirty dishes makes me break out in hives. But this, this mess makes me want to hand in my Neat Freak Secret Sisterhood Society badge.
And now His Royal Fluffybutt has come over to check out what I’m doing. I can tell he’s remembering each incident and how he waited until the dead of night to sneak one past me.