I don't know why but whenever I feel really good I want to vacuum. Since this isn't very often the job is huge and involved but quite rewarding. It's like painting the carpets and floors. Each drag of the vacuuming magic wand makes stripes of clean, restoring the original colors and corners of my home. When I feel good, I want to bake a cake or a chicken, and while it's baking I will think about how much I love everyone and everything. This is all in sharp contrast to my thoughts on a melancholic day. That my thoughts change so reliably with my mood is quite fascinating to me.
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