I spent the better part of my day cleaning "my room." By "my room" I mean the place where I do stuff, not where I sleep. Most would call it an office, but I feel none of the work I do in there is serious enough to warrant the office moniker. Like I said it's just a place where I do stuff, being the introvert that I am.
Anyway, as I cleaned and vacuumed with my ever-so-powerful Dyson "powered by the wind-god, Aiolos" behemoth vacuum cleaner, I realized that every single flat space was covered in a layer of dust. What the heck is going on in the precious environs where I do my precious stuff? Is there a constant rain of dead skin and dirt that I'm just oblivious to? Am I just oblivious to a swirling blizzard around me?
It makes me upset, is all. How this dust apparates out of nowhere and there seems to be nothing I can do about...well, besides, that is, from cleaning everything again. But to be cleaning everything every day would take away from the precious time where I do my important stuff.
Fine. Maybe I'm just lazy, but how dust gets everywhere is still annoying.