Deadline is looming for an essay for the seminar am attending. So in theory I should spend all my free time glued to the computer, composing wonderfully wild theories and theses about my subject (related to aesthetics, hence the freedom of thought (?)).

Instead I find that some sort of domestic goddess (in the loosest possible meaning of the word) is trying to surface my personality. During last couple of weeks I have engaged in an insane amount of cleaning activities and usually anything is always more alluring than cleaning: even writing an essay. So: I have dusted almost all of my bookshelves. I have vacuumed, not once, but twice. (I can almost hear some of you draw in a deep breath. I know what you´re thinking: 2 times is excessive!) The dishes have been washed almost immediately after use, I have started to organize my cd´s into alphabetical order (now on letter M) and I have washed clothes and folded almost all of them. I have also started to organize a myriad of sheet music and other papers weighing my piano down… Oh, and nearly forgot: I have boiled a microfibrecloth (is that a word?) in a carefully monitored temperature of approx 95 degrees celcius to rejuvinate it´s cleaning powers. And, a n d, I have chosen to do these things rather than play online scrabble (which I´m totally hooked on and that has recently & until now been the number one distraction from my studies. When I should be studying that is. One can not study all the time. One must also schedule time for unwinding from the gruelling academic toil.).

What is happening to me? Am I under some evil spell? Or could it be that I am… domesticating? After all my academic mrs degree is coming together slowly but surely (and finally I may add). Could this be some kind of a terrible symptom of it?

Ok, enough with this madness. I must get back to my essay. I need to return it in a couple of days and many, many, many pages need to be written. I will do it as soon as I have posted this. And taken a restorative nap. No, wait, I see some dishes that need to be washed and my home could benefit from a touch of slight vacuuming…