Emotional baggage

Happy Memorial Day Weekend to All!!! I am struggling this morning because I am old. I went to see some music last night, St. Vincent, which was good. Well at least the first two songs were and then I had to leave because I couldn't even keep my eyes open. I was running on a little more than 4 hours sleep and my body was like 'bed now.' So I listened. And then this morning I waited until the absolute last minute to come in. While I was waiting for the train I remembered that I was going to come in early today so that I could get another half hour of pay, because I had off yesterday. But I was already late :/ Owell, I am not going to freak out or anything. Yesterday I literally went on a roller coaster ride of emotions. From 8 in the morning until I went to bed I was up,down,up, down, UP Up Up and exhausted. I was carrying around so much emotional baggage and when I was walking home I knew that this morning would be an emotional hangover. The good news is that when I went to bed I was relatively happy.
This morning, the sun is out, I made it to work on regular time, and we have a 3 day weekend coming up. This will be my first ever paid holiday!!! This is huge!!! I am looking forward to sleeping in as late as the sun will let me, which will be like 8 a the latest. I am still working on getting curtains and so now the sun just shines right on my eyes in the morning.
I just cleaned my apartment so I am even more excited to go sit there. Isn't it funny how once you tidy up your place you begin to appreciate it again. Like it's brand new or something.
I rarely clean, but when I start to I need for everything to be spotless. What is that about? I really don't understand it. I remember when I got my vacuum in my old apartment. The first time I used it, I was going along the baseboards, sucking up the cobwebs and it was so sucky. I was so excited because I could see how good it was doing. Yet I let it sit in my closet for, well let's just say, I had to use it again. Which was when I was moving out. And then I made the place all nice and I was a little sad to be leaving it. I suppose that is the part of me that wants my cake and the chef who made it to work in my kitchen so I can eat that cake everyday for the rest of my life.