Cleaning

Why is it that things are only ever dirty when I have a LOT of other things to do?

Jeanna: sitting in front of the computer, staring at a design she's been working on for way too long, wishing it would just finish itself.

Dirty Things: chirping, in their dirty little voices, 'Jeanna, clean me! You have nothing better to do! Wouldn't it be so much fun right now?'

And so, I get up from the computer, and suddenly I find a giant number of things to clean.
From my laundry that needs to be hand-washed (that pile thanks me for days like this; without them, I'd probably never wear those things again) to the little vase that some of my makeup brushes go in (yeah, I don't think that thing has EVER been cleaned), I have found countless things to clean today. All because I don't want to finish this "puzzling" project that's been looming over my head for a few weeks now.

Pretty soon, I'm going to run out of things to clean, and then I'll have to sit down and do my work. So far this weekend, I've vacuumed the carpet, swept/swiffered the tile floors, organized the closet, dusted artwork, microfibered the TV, swept the balcony and rearranged the plants... those are normal things, right? How about tooth-brush cleaning the balcony doors, hand-scrubbing Otto's litterbox and mat, lint-rolling the couch and chair, scoured the tub and toiled with bleachy stuff, tidied the bookshelves... not to mention the hand laundry and the brush vase.

Now, I'm looking for errands to run, things to cook, or people to hang out with. ANYTHING... to not have to get this project done.
Geez. How did I make it through college?!