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I woke up this morning and the first thing I did was sneeze. And sneeze again. Ugggh why is there an annoying itch between my eyes, and why is my nose running like a leaky tap? Oh yeah that's right, because I haven't cleaned my room in 5 months.
Now, while most people would be absolutely mortified to reveal this fact, I for one am quite proud. You see, it's a stance against allergens, an indication that I've won a battle by holding out this long and have now built up a significant immunity toward dust, dirt and whatever else is hiding in the corner of my room. To be able to withstand and overcome these enemies is quite an achievement.

To take you down a stroll of memory lane, when I was young I was allergic to loads of different things - dust, pollen, and cats in particular. My theory (with no disrespect to Mum) is that I think our house was too clean, so building up any resistance was practically impossible. Yep, bring on the asthma, eczema and hives, none of which I suffer from now I might add.

However, having said this, in order not to turn into a modern day Homer, I do acknowledge it is important to strike a balance between being 'too clean' and the state that my room is in now. So I relaxed my stance against allergens for a brief moment today and old Mr Hoover got a bit of a work out (as did I!). If Hoovers could smile, this one would be sitting back in its dark little cupboard now beaming, its belly finally sated and bulging.

And just to set the record straight, and I quote Garfield, 'I'm not messy... I'm organizationally challenged.'