The other day I cleaned the dickens out of my bathroom. The very dickens, I tell you! It wasn’t especially untidy, as I do generally run a tight ship. But it was legitimately in need of a good scouring, top to bottom, and I was suddenly struck with a passion for doing it. However, this passion occurred at 3 a.m., just as I was preparing to go to bed. (Yes, though my bachelor lifestyle is a swingin’ one, 3 a.m. is late even for me. TiVo had presented me with an especially tantalizing selection of “Law & Order” episodes.)
So I was about to clean the bathroom then and there, but I thought, If I am to stave off the onset of obsessive-compulsiveness, I need to NOT clean the bathroom at 3 a.m., for that way lies madness. If the bathroom truly needs cleaning, and if I truly want to clean it, it still will and I still will after I wake up in the morning.
Next morning, sure enough, the bathroom was still dirty and I still had a hankerin’ to clean it. After about 10 minutes of scrubbing and scouring, my back hurt like the aforementioned dickens and I had to lie down and read a magazine for a while. If I’m going to become obsessive-compulsive, I’m going to have to get in better shape.