Neat

I keep my living quarters pretty neat to a fault. And by fault I mean I can be pretty fucking irritating about it. My brain starts screaming when things in my room are out of place. Then there are the other days. Days like today when I cannot fold the laundry. I cannot make up my bed. I cannot line my shoes. I just cannot. And my brain is still screaming for impeccable order. But my body cannot deliver. I did well getting dressed, brushing my teeth and getting to work five minutes late.