Inspired

Today, I felt inspired on the way home. I don't know why. Because of the conversation I had with Jon and Ayn or what we discussed in class or something. I felt inspired and wanted to write both my story and my paper. I really wanted to write. I felt I had great ideas. I couldn't wait to type them out. And when I got home, I cleaned the bathroom.

I cleaned the bathroom because I am moving out in a month and we have to start showing the place soon to find someone to take over my room. I cleaned the bathroom because I haven't done so for the past two months and it's been in a desperate need of cleaning. I did such an elaborate cleaning, wetting my t-shirt and pants, hurting my eyes from chlorine, that the bathroom now looks so clean, shiny, and white. I am satisfied with my job, but sure enough, my inspiration is gone.

It is sad how you have to clean the bathroom when you feel you are inspired. Or maybe you feel inspired because you have to clean the bathroom. Either way, it's kind of sad, things don't always work out as you want them to. But at least I have a clean bathroom (and no writing done) now.