cleaning out my wardrobe seems to be quite the therapeutic activity for me.

you realise you have so many clothes.
you realise you have so many clothes you dont want.
you realise you have so many clothes you never remembered ever buying.
you realise you have so many clothes you'll never fit into ever again.
you realise you have so many clothes you wondered if u were of the right mind when u paid good money for them.
you realise you have so many clothes you cant bear to throw away.
you realise you have so many clothes you cant wait to throw away.
you realise you have so many clothes that bring back different memories.
you realise you have so many clothes that it really is time to clean out the wardrobe.

and when its all been sorted out,
you realise you have place to put more new clothes.
which leads to another form of theraphy.

how much more therapeutic an acitivity do you want?
*grin

(*AHEM* kat, stop blogging, stop wasting time and get studying! u have a date with wilkie colins remember?)
(bah. humbug.)
(i heard thatttttttttttttttttt.)