Observation Upon Cleaning the Apartment

Chores are not very difficult to do. Most of them don't require any sort of real physical strength, and while some involve strange back positions that hurt after a while, my apartment is too small to have /that/ many strange crannies that require cleaning.

Chores don't really take a lot of time. In a few hours, I've done the dishes, and cleaned up most of the kitchen, dining area, and living room. The apartment is well on its way to looking like a person lives here, instead of a mobile garbage heap.

Finishing chores makes me feel better. I /like/ looking at the apartment and seeing what I've done, and how much nicer things look. I don't mind clutter, but I also don't like having to shove stuff out of the way to go to the bathroom. A clean house is a good thing.

All of these things are true. And yet it is also true that when it comes to actually /starting/ the chores, I keep putting it off and off and off and off, and I hate even thinking about it. This makes no sense. None whatsoever.

And yet, it is true.

Bleh! Oh, well. Clean apartment?