That Floor Had Better Shine Like Mr. Clean's Bald Head

An interesting side-effect of being back in school is that my apartment is much cleaner than it was during my summer break. My main procrastination tool is cleaning. Whenever I'm supposed to be reading chapters, writing papers, etc, I find something that needs to be cleaned or washed or scrubbed. Suddenly the clutter that wouldn't have bothered me in the least a month ago is unbearable and must be taken care of immediately. Currently, I'm supposed to be writing my Philosophy of Education. When I was working on it last night I realized that I had a sink full of dishes that I should really wash. The philosophy statement was put on the back-burner to take care of the dirty dishes and then I decided my kitchen cabinets could use some reorganizing. Now this morning I'm supposed to be working on it again but I keep glancing back at my bathroom and wondering, "Does my bathtub need to be scrubbed?"