It's incredible how a little personal upkeep can make you feel like a whole new person. Having just shaved my legs for the first time in about three weeks, as well as doing a full-body exfoliation and other grooming activities in a very long, hot shower, I feel very, very good in ways that I haven't felt in awhile. Next I'm going to paint my toenails. It's like the feeling you get when you've just gotten your hair cut and styled and you're walking down the street thinking about how hot everyone thinks you are because they also did a mini make-up touchup and you've got a new colour of lip gloss on.

It's easy, being at home all the time, to fall into the trap of not really caring what you look like. Why bother to get dressed if you're not going out, when it's so much easier and more comfortable to just wear pajamas all day? Why take the time to shave your legs when they're just going to be covered by the aforementioned pajamas all the time?

Because it feels good when you do, that's why. This has been my life for the past few weeks, and today I got a little fed up. There comes a point when you have to do that stuff for yourself, even if no one else is going to notice or care. And now that I have, I'm in a good place and feeling better than I have in awhile.

I wonder if this is my nesting instinct? Like some women feel the overwhelming urge to scrub their house from top to bottom and cook enough meals to freeze and eat for a month, whereas I suddenly just want to make myself smooth and pretty. Pretty funny if it is, because now the bathroom's a mess and I have no desire to clean it.