I feel very accomplished; i just cleaned out my makeup bag. That's right, I finally sat down with my (4 BAGS of) makeup and cleaned out all the broken powder bits and smooshed lipstick and eyeshadow particles, and even gave myself a very strenuous talk about some mascara that I love dearly but is a year and a half old, and even though that doesn't FEEL gross to me, apparently that is VERY gross by other, professional, standards, so I convinced myself to throw it away.
Apparently my endorphin highs from cleaning are very delicate, because Kyle just walked in and ruined it:
Kyle: You look very pleased with yourself.
Priya: I am! I cleaned out my makeup case!
Kyle: I've never heard it called that before.
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