This is what happens when I clean the kitchen

The strangest things bring us comfort, or at least they do for me. I have a clock in my room that no longer tells the time, but it makes a loud ticking sound, as clocks are known to do. For some reason I find it very comforting to hear it. I like watches that tick instead of those that are digital simply because of the noise. I find a little clutter, as opposed to lots of empty room, to be comforting. Especially in my own room. Than again, my room is tiny so I might have just adapted to my space. Or, I could be lazy. I find just holding a cup of hot chocolate to be soothing, even if I haven't drank any yet. Thinking of my Dad, who will always seem so unmovable to me, and yet so warm, always calms me down. Cheez-Its, my old Vans, my Disneyland hoodie, my sweats, cleaning the house and baking are a few of the others. I wonder how sane I would be able to stay without these things. I mean some of them aren't that old, and I can't remember at the moment if they have replaced anything. I guess I could just drink more.